The Necklace

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  “SHE WAS one of those pretty, charming young ladies, born, as if through an error of destiny, into a family of clerks. She had no dowry, no hopes, no means of becoming known, appreciated, loved, and married by a man either rich or distinguished; and she allowed herself to marry a petty clerk in the office of the Board of Education. . . .  She had neither frocks nor jewels, nothing. And she loved only those things. She felt that she was made for them. She had such a desire to please, to be sought after, to be clever, and courted.” —THE NECKLACE Guy de Maupassant    France, 1884 (pic by Grok) Read this short story here:  https://americanliterature.com/author/guy-de-maupassant/short-story/the-necklace

all i can say

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Lord I'm tired,
So tired from walking;
And Lord I'm so alone.
And Lord the dark
Is creeping in
Creeping up to swallow me.
I think I'll stop,
Rest here a while.

And this is all that I can say right now;
And this is all that I can give.

And didn't You see me cry'n?
And didn't You hear me call Your name?
Wasn't it You I gave my heart to?
I wish You'd remember
Where you sat it down.

And this is all that I can say right now;
And this is all that I can give.

I didn't notice You were standing here.
I didn't know that that was You holding me.
I didn't notice You were cry'n too.
I didn't know that that was You washing my feet.

[David Crowder Band]