Forget-Me-NotThe road was damp and the sky was threatening to rain, but there, as always, was Henry, walking in his old sneakers and long shorts, past paddocks filled with silence. His face, just a crinkled old piece of parchment spread too loosely over his skull, was peaceful and serene. His steps were slow, laboured and aided heavily by his walking stick, but that didn't seem to bother him. Henry had lived here in Oakborough for as long as anyone could remember. Some people said he was the tiny village's oldest living resident. Not that anyone cared, though. Henry never spoke to anyone. He had no mailbox, no telephone and no interest in anything anyone else liked to talk about. Or maybe he just preferred to stay quiet and watch life pass by. Whatever reason he had for his silence, somewhere along the way he picked up a colourful variety of labels. Apparently he was creepy, stupid, crazy, mean and even cursed, depending on which story you heard. People crossed the road when he came hobbling down tForget-Me-Not by Fiddlesticks96
I think I've heard the word several times but I only know that it's a poem today, here are some of its last lines:
"You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy."