Confucius (551– 479 ( BC) / China)
He lodged us in a spacious house,
And plenteous was our fare.
But now at every frugal meal
There's not a scrap to spare.
Alas! alas that this good man
Could not go on as he began!
Submitted: Saturday, September 18, 2010
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