The best laid plans...

Some poetry for your evening pleasure...I thought of this poem today as I stayed home from work.  I HAD planned on working my day off and saving it up for Christmas but this intestinal bug had me down for the count....three days in a row.  So, my plans for the day did not come to fruition, hence the poem....

To A Mouse by Robert Burns (original wording)

Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty
Wi bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murdering pattle.


I'm truly sorry man's dominion
Has broken Nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth born companion
An' fellow mortal!


I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave
'S a sma' request;
I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,
An' never miss't.


Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
It's silly wa's the win's are strewin!
An' naething, now, to big a new ane,
O' foggage green!
An' bleak December's win's ensuin,
Baith snell an' keen!


Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste,
An' weary winter comin fast,
An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro' thy cell.


That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou's turned out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
An' cranreuch cauld.


But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft agley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!


Still thou are blest, compared wi' me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But och! I backward cast my e'e,
On prospects drear!
An' forward, tho' I canna see,
I guess an' fear!

I recall taking this poem in high school and having to memorize it and be able to discuss at length (on paper) it's meaning.  I found it most interesting and fun actually.  The older one gets, the more pertinent the words become.  We really aren't much different from a little mouse....it too, makes plans for food and shelter, but the plans all of us make, mice and humans alike, sometimes just don't work out the way we thought they would. We tend to look back on our past miseries and fear the future...and so, in that sense, the mouse is much more blessed than we for not having to experience those kinds of things.
 
As for me...I'd still rather be a person.
 
On that note, I received a potted mum from a good friend as a kind of "house warming" gift the other day.
 

 Beauties aren't they?  The sun captured their loveliness this afternoon.  And I captured the sun's loveliness this evening...

Blessings on your night...