In a recent sermon a bishop declared that more than half of the present world troubles was due to a mad scramble for useless wealth, yet no man grew happier in proportion to the growth of his possessions.
I'm travellin' light (said old George Jones), For I gits no joy from a hamperin' load: So the further I goes the less I owns, An' the free-er I feels on life's long road. I have knowed a many who gathered great wealth, But I feels no envy, I claims no right. All that I needs is me tucker an' health; So I'm travellin' light. There is many a time as I've heard it said He's the happiest man whose wants are few. I've found what I want. So, why worry me head With other men's wants or what other men do? When I was a striplin' I set great store By this gettin' an' havin'; but as years went I had little of gold; but I gathered much more, For I gathered content. Travellin' light (said old George Jones), Oh I learnt the knack of it none too soon; A bit of a bunk for me weary bones, In a bit of a house, an' the priceless boon Of a bit of content, with the day's work done, An' a bit of a yarn with a friend at night, It's a long, long road to the set o' the sun; So I'm travellin' light.
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