5 nov 2024, 15:52  

The Woe 

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Once a peasant decided to send
His oldest son to bring some wood.
The peasant showed the forest end
And taught his son for his own good
To take an axe and the old cart
And fell some drier trees.
To cut them into smaller parts
To transport them in ease.
His son asked then what happens if
A wheel was broken down
He nodded head in disbelief
Who'd help if troubles's found?
The father answered though
If you find yourself in plight
You should only call the woe.
She would do all that is right.
The son took an axe and the old cart
He harnessed their mare
And deep into a forest part
For his worst despair
The car broke down, he called for long:
The woe though left him all alone.
The night was falling - he got strong
And helped hmself on his own.
He came back home in disbelief
He asked his father why he lied
The father smiled in a mischief
And he gave reply:
"And what has happened, dear son?
Woe helped you, when you were alone,
Cause if you want to get things done,
You should rely on your own."

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