My young son asks me… by Bertolt Brecht
My young son asks me: Must I learn mathematics?
What is the use, I feel like saying. That two pieces
Of bread are more than one’s about all you’ll end up with.
My young son asks me: Must I learn French?
What is the use, I feel like saying. This State’s collapsing.
And if you just rub your belly with your hand and
Groan, you’ll be understood with little trouble.
My young son asks me: Must I learn history?
What is the use, I feel like saying. Learn to stick
Your head in the earth, and maybe you’ll still survive.
Yes, learn mathematics, I tell him.
Learn your French, learn your history!
What are you thankful for today?
I am grateful for HRH the son and his beautiful bride for being such loving children.
For: 30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 4, Thankful Thursday: Autumn
What a sweet post, Lady Lee. ๐ The images are beautiful, too.
I often had that question about math, but never about history. I love history. ๐
Have a blessed day!
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thanks, Suzanne ๐ have a blessed day, too โค
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You’re welcome and thank you, too, Lady Lee. ๐
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