Wednesday, October 1, 2008


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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