a man of words and not 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
kloka ord av James Lucas Scott

Som de flesta säkert vet så är det ju våffel-dagen idag, right!? så jag har allt mummsat i mig två vofflor med grädde och sylt - mumms. så jag antar att ni också har vräkt i er några, eller? ;)

Puss ♥