One of the readings Granny had asked to be read at her funeral.
I count it happiness-
Ere we go so quickly where we came
To gaze ungrieving on these majesties.
The world wide sun, the stars, water and clouds
And Fire. Live Parmeno, a hundred years
Or a few months, these you will always see
And never, never any greater things.
Think of this lifetime as a festival
Or visit to a strange city, full of noise
Buying and selling, theiving, dicing stalls and joy parks.
If you leave it early friends,
Why, think you have gone to find a better Inn.
You have paid your fare and leave no enemies.
Menander b.342 BC Athens
