Seventy Years Are Few


I think a man’s seventy years are few!

Of his hundred years’ allotted span,

Thirty are lost.

Of his seventy years,

Ten are spent as a foolish child,

Ten are spent completely decrepit.

The fifty left divide into days and nights;

Only half have the light of day.

Wind and rain hasten one another,

The hare runs and the crow flies.

Carefully I ponder it all;

What’s better than

To be happy and at ease?

Lu Cih  (c. 1243-1315)

Seventy years are few … How we spend them can be so much more.

Peace,

Tenthltr2u

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