about men and words and deeds..

A man of words and not of deeds 
Is like a garden full of weeds
And when the weeds begin to grow 
It's like a garden full of snow 
And when the snow begins to fall 
It's like a bird upon the wall 
And when the bird away does fly 
It's like an eagle in the sky 
And when the sky begins to roar 
It's like a lion at the door 
And when the door begins to crack 
It's like a stick across your back 
And when your back begins to smart
It's like a penknife in your heart 
And when your heart begins to bleed 
You're dead, and dead, and dead indeed.(Percy B. Green)

Sincer nu stiu de ce imi place, dar imi place foarte mult, desi pare putin trista..

Eh, hope you like it!..