Saturday, July 14, 2012

SPILT MILK IS SPILT



Cast not aside your lilt
To worry for milk spilt...

Are there not days,
When in their envy, malicious clouds
Cover the Sun in shrouds
And deny him space?

Have there not been many a night
When the sleepy moon,
After waiting until the end of noon,
Gets not a chance to show his light?

So trouble not your heart,
For Life is but a troubled Sea;
The low and the high tide we shall see,
Until it's shores we depart!

2 comments:

  1. Alfred Marshal OffeiJuly 25, 2012 at 8:00 PM

    but in all these things, the sun will still rise from its eastern horizons in its elegant beauty to make the day bright. great words there.

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  2. Very short and precise, yet inspirational tonic for the weary souls

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