When we are waiting with time on our hands -
We tend to look around us and let our eyes wander...
We tend to study the people coming and going -
And perhaps wonder what life has in store for each...
Today, as I sit here waiting, and watching -
My thoughts wander off far, far away...
I wonder if all of us would be waiting here, still -
And sitting around waiting, still, a year or two from now...
For life is so fragile, and our fate so unpredictable -
That I can't help but wonder: where each of us will be tomorrow...
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
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que serra, serra,
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