Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Busy


Maybe the worst thing with a busy life;


rushing through it, eyes wide open-


blind to all the beauty.


A man made tragedy, that, if any;


to walk eyes open, unseeing, in a garden of beauty,


unable to touch, taste, of the nectar of the gods;


too busy to look, see, know;


like we’ll have the time, in the hereafter.



Life’s too short, too brief;


what we see not today, we will never see again.




©GayUganda 01 Oct. 2008

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