<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416445" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lazy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some men enjoy the constant strife<br>Of days with work and worry rife,<br>But that is not my dream of life:<br>I think such men are crazy.<br>For me, a life with worries few,<br>A job of nothing much to do,<br>Just pelf enough to see me through:<br>I fear that I am lazy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On winter mornings cold and drear,<br>When six o'clock alarms I hear,<br>'Tis then I love to shift my ear,<br>And hug my downy pillows.<br>When in the shade it's ninety-three,<br>No job in town looks good to me,<br>I'd rather loaf down by the sea,<br>And watch the foaming billows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some people think the world's a school,<br>Where labor is the only rule;<br>But I'll not make myself a mule,<br>And don't you ever doubt it.<br>I know that work may have its use,<br>But still I feel that's no excuse<br>For turning it into abuse;<br>What do you think about it?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let others fume and sweat and boil,<br>And scratch and dig for golden spoil,<br>And live the life of work and toil,<br>Their lives to labor giving.<br>But what is gold when life is sped,<br>And life is short, as has been said,<br>And we are such a long time dead,<br>I'll spend my life in living.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Weldon+Johnson">James Weldon Johnson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416445" data-title="Lazy de James Weldon Johnson" data-description="Some men enjoy the constant strife Of days with work and worry rife, But that is not my dream of life: I think such men are crazy. For me, a life with worries few, A job of nothing much to do, Just pelf enough to see me through: I fear that I am l..."></div> </div> </div>

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