December 31, 2008 | By Joel Dehlin | 5 Comments
Recently I came across a great bit of prose, written by Max Ehrmann. Just to be safe on copyright issues (thank you, David), I’ve linked to a site that has the piece in its entirety.
Hope you enjoy.
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Kevin Schlag said...
This was on the wall of my dentist’s office growing up. When I read the first line, my teeth started hurting, and I could smell that Dentist Office smell. Interesting how memory works!
Happy New Year!
December 31, 2008 3:22 pm #
Dave Kellogg said...
Great poem and thanks for sharing. Since I’d not heard of it before, I checked it out on Wikipedia and learned that it became famous only after Ehrmann’s death which, in its own way, is quite consistent with the message.
January 1, 2009 11:37 am #
David Wardell said...
Joe,
Just thought I should mention that Ehrmann’s estate keeps this work in print in a variety of forms and the copyright is still active and valid.
With best regards,
January 1, 2009 7:50 pm #
Laurie Olson said...
I love this piece, it was first introduced to me last year while working on a program for families, it is now included in the Teen Miracle program. Thank you for sharing , it was nice to reconnect with it.
January 5, 2009 10:26 am #
RF Halterman said...
This was a very popular poster in dorm rooms during the late Sixties, early 70s. Reminds me of having long hair and a beard. I still like the message. There was even a song that went with it.
January 8, 2009 2:47 pm #