“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.

Zedeck (my dear non-husband) sent me a great link to this rhyme poem written around 1680. It’s a satire about the ‘changeability’ of King Charles II, who promised religious freedom at the start of his rule, a promise he later could not, or chose not, to keep. 

It got me thinking about change. It’s something that we do, but it’s also something that happens to us. 

More on that tomorrow.