George Bernard Shaw was well-known for his acid wit and had very clear opinions on most subjects. One of his gems is that “Youth is such a wonderful thing; it’s a pity it is wasted on the young”. How right he is! Like most children I wished my youth away then continued this stupidity into adulthood and on into old age. Wishing my life away is possibly the only wish that has ever come true for me but somehow I don’t think congratulations are in order.
According to Jean Paul Sartre “The poor don’t know that their function in life is to exercise our generosity”. Perhaps that is true but the lady in the next poem knew nothing of Sartre or of his words yet she succeeded in exercising my generosity.
Pizza NightFriday night is pizza night and this night it’s my turn to buy Two quatros in hand as I reach the car a woman catches my eye Her sandals are all but worn through and the babe on her back makes no cry She’s tired but worse she is broken and instinct alone makes her try To sell one more cheap little tray cloth so they might eat rather than die I have no need of her offering but I reach for my purse with a sigh And buy not one but two bits of lace, thinking “But for God’s grace there go I”
If people want “rights” they must be prepared to accept the corresponding responsibility, part of which entails self and group discipline. This is where the world and more particularly the Western world is going wrong. People demand rights but eschew discipline. This disconnect can result only in anarchy.