Good morning, Life--and all
Things glad and beautiful.
My pockets nothing hold,
But he that owns the gold,

The Sun, is my great friend--
His spending has no end.
Hail to the morning sky,
Which bright clouds measure high;

Hail to you birds whose throats
Would number leaves by notes;
Hail to you shady bowers,
And you green field of flowers.

Hail to you women fair,
That make a show so rare
In cloth as white as milk--
Be't calico or silk:

Good morning, Life--and all
Things glad and beautiful.

Tomz..

[Feeling unappreciated] I'm feeling unappreciated . You takin' me and for granted. I don't konw why are u doin this, you know what is between right and wrong, WHAT THE RIP is going on with you... Its not only you, but others too[ you know who yourself are], if u wanna be rude, then fine, suit yourself.. But don't come ever talk to me ever again... I don't know how much more, I can take from you . You don't do the things you used to do. And I've been feeling, Feeling unappreciated!!!!! I help ppl and won't expect a return, but is just too far...