Oh I recall waiting at a joint -
Full of happy chatty young people,
I remember wondering where each would be,
And what they'd be doing, a year or two away...
For, unlike you happy young people -
I love to just sit in my quiet corner,
And watch the world buzzing around -
On each busy buzzy day, and wonder...
But now I've stopped wondering -
I know the answer:
that Life is transient, and tomorrow might not be ours...
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I really enjoyed reading your entries but it seems that you don't update them anymore
ReplyDeleteThank you for your encouraging words. Will try to write again... :D
DeleteBeen writing bits & pieces on my facebook wall under chanchengneo@gmail.com
ReplyDeleteYou can also read my other blog:
Monsoontales.blogspot.com (Little House on the Prairie)
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ReplyDeleteIt's a wonderful world out there -
ReplyDeleteLovely flowers blooming before me,
Filling my eyes with tears of joy -
And Life goes on with more fervour...