lunes, 25 de enero de 2010
Those winter sundays.
Many times people who love us make everything needed to provide us comfort. But do we always thank those people what they do for us? No, I think most of the time we are busy with other things. We don't realize how that people love us. And the regret will come until they are death? That was my reflexion after reading that poem. It makes us think of our lives and the simple things people do for us. I liked the poem because of the point of view that the child has, appearing to be very selfish. But at the end he changes his mind and thanks (after too much time) what his father did for him and the love he had.
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I am in total agree, peolple don't care about the good things they have in their daily lifes and sometimes we feel bad because we think we have had bad luck when the truth is that we have more than good luck for having people that love us and do everything for us. This poem is trying to tell us to open our eyes and see how afortunate we are and thank for all that.
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