suddenly the mind is in turbulence no rest comes by so fast yet we incur the cost of what we know not Of those we loved Of the moments gone past We never get the chance to relish what we so held dear But William Shakespeare would have asked As he did to Fair Ophelias fate To be or Not to be What is more frightening either way, The thought of losing or getting lost For be any of them, we have to come to terms That a man must embrace his FATE or Be CRUSHED by it So fare well friends, when the dark skies come, Sing yea pals when the rain comes down Drink in the son good people, and adopt the yellow sun streaks For always we are sons of tempest moments We are heirs to disturbing world And through its eyes must we live Lets therefore dream, and as Rudyard Kipling would say Not make dreams our master Of better days to come Let us vow to come back to the very ground we lost As Claude McKay would say To return and loiter by the streams.... For we are mortals born to enjoy but for a moment We never defy the Master Planner Our untimely end, though come it must Yet our dreams to achieve is paramount. #Have loved and hated But i have come to conclusion that it was the order of living
Posted on: Fri, 11 Jul 2014 07:10:11 +0000
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