No, not for my post. That really is the title for today’s mutterings. What I need is to know if there’s really a title for the poem below. It was read at Pop’s funeral with the title of “Gift of Thistle” which Google tells me is a bagpipe instrumental from Braveheart. As near as I can tell, it’s a collection of friendship quotes from anonymous sources, but if it is indeed a poem, especially if it has an author, I’d like to give credit appropriately.
The best kind of friend
Is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with,
Never say a word, and then walk away
Feeling like it was the best conversation you’ve ever had
It’s true that we don’t know what we’ve got until we lose it,
But it’s also true that we don’t know
What we’ve been missing until it arrivesGiving someone all your love
Is never an assurance that they’ll love you back!
Don’t expect love in return;
Just wait for it to grow in their heart
But if it doesn’t, be content it grew in yours.
It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone,
An hour to like someone,
And a day to love someone
But it takes a lifetime to forget someone
Don’t go for looks; they can deceive
Don’t go for wealth; even that fades away.
Go for someone who makes you smile
Because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright.
Find the one that makes your heart smile
May you have
Enough happiness to make you sweet,
Enough trials to make you strong,
Enough sorrow to keep you human,
Enough hope to make you happy
Always put yourself in others’ shoes.
If you feel that it hurts you,
It probably hurts the other person, too
The happiest people
Don’t necessarily have the best of everything;
They just make the most of everything that comes along their way
Happiness lies for those who cry,
Those who hurt, those who have searched,
And those who have tried,
For only they can appreciate the importance of people
Who have touched their lives
When you were born, you were crying
And everyone around you was smiling.
Live your life so that when you die,
You’re the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying
Well? Can you help a girl with this little mystery? I’m not much of a sleuth, so any information you can provide would be greatly appreciated.
In other news, the Knight had a reaction to Z-pak. The skin on the back of his hands and fingers is peeling away, and our doctor has decided that the antibiotics are to blame. (Hey, Rosanne! There’s a new PA there. Our pal is gone, and the Knight was too happy to ask for details.) The cure is worse than the “disease” in my opinion; he has to sleep with Vaseline and gloves on until the skin recovers.
Sorry for the lack of photos, but I don’t think you care to see his hands. Come back tomorrow for photos, of something dog related anyway. WordPress doesn’t seem to be interested in returning the tree button… POUT!
ETA – I don’t know why WordPress won’t center the whole poem. It’s centered in the box when I compose the post, but no matter what I do, it won’t center the whole thing. Bad, BAD WordPress!