An old labourer, bent double with age and toil, was gathering
sticks in a forest. At last he grew so tired and hopeless that he threw down the bundle of sticks, and cried out:
"I cannot bear
this life any longer. Ah, I wish Death would only come and take me!"
As he spoke, Death, a grisly skeleton, appeared and said to him:
"What wouldst thou, Mortal? I heard thee call me."
"Please, sir," replied the woodcutter, "would you kindly help me to lift this faggot of sticks on to my shoulder?"
Moral of Aesops Fable: We would often be sorry if our wishes were gratified
The Old Man and Death
An Aesop's Fable
With a Moral