Watching “The Stranger” last night and this little snippet was inserted, a motto to live by from the wall of a Café and a eulogy at the grave.
Poetry can be so versatile. Most importantly poetry is emotion distilled, it’s the pure spirit, and when it gets you it kicks like a mule.
Inventory; by Dorothy Parker
Four be the things I am wiser to know:
Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.
Four be the things I’d been better without:
Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt.
Three be the things I shall never attain:
Envy, content, and sufficient champagne.
Three be the things I shall have till I die:
Laughter and hope and a sock in the eye.