이 넓은 땅에서 이방인으로 살아온 우리들이 매일 경험하는

그 어쩔수없는 그리움으로 지쳐버린 우리가슴들에게는

솔솔 들어오는 한구절 한구절 입니다.

Well, I like our family of "SNUMA.net" better.

We may not "stick together" on everything but that's where there is the value of integrity.

We shall share good or bad, right or left (ㅎ,ㅎ,ㅎ.), or anything else.

Thanks for a poem.

It is a blessing indeed, WM, we have our unique family,

that of snuma.net, we all care about.

Perhaps we all should call one another brother and sister

to express our sentiment.

I am here because you are here. If you are not here, I am not here either.

Though it is obvious that everyone’s existence depends on others, we often disregard it.

Closer the relationship is, more likely to be ignored. Good example is your spouse or siblings.

As It Is / Edgar Guest

I might wish the world were better,
I might sit around and sigh
For a water that is wetter
And a bluer sort of sky.
There are times I think the weather
Could be much improved upon,
But when taken altogether
It's a good old world we're on.
I might tell how I would make it,
But when I have had my say
It is still my job to take It
As it is, from day to day.
I might wish that men were kinder,
And less eager after gold;
I might wish that they were blinder
To the faults they now behold.
And I'd try to make them gentle,
And more tolerant in strife
And a bit more sentimental
O'er the finer things of life.
But I am not here to make them,
Or to work in human clay;
It is just my work to take them
As they are from day to day.
Here's a world that suffers sorrow,
Here are bitterness and pain,
And the joy we plan to-morrow
May be ruined by the rain.
Here are hate and greed and badness,
Here are love and friendship, too,
But the most of it is gladness
When at last we've run it through.
Could we only understand it
As we shall some distant day
We should see that He who planned it
Knew our needs along the way.

Friends / Edgar Guest

Ain't it fine when things are going
Topsy-turvy and askew
To discover someone showing
Good old-fashioned faith in you?
Ain't it good when life seems dreary
And your hopes about to end,
Just to feel the handclasp cheery
Of a fine old loyal friend?
Gosh! one fellow to another
Means a lot from day to day,
Seems we're living for each other
In a friendly sort of way.
When a smile or cheerful greetin'
Means so much to fellows sore,
Seems we ought to keep repeatin'
Smiles an' praises more an' more.