Sorry, pushed the wrong button, this should be in Poet deVine's thread. Must be time to go to bed I suppose, as it is 3.00 AM
I already posted it in 'Open', didn't know you guys were posting here LOL
When you are always on the run,
Not a moment's rest under the sun,
Little time for a lovely dream.
or tender thought.
Life is flowing like a stream,
ending up in nought.
So seize her in the early morn,
Go barefooted on a misty lawn,
Enjoy a butterfly before she dies;
But watch out for the roses' thorn,
she is an angel in disguise.
You say Life will stay unfound?
You don't hear her lovely sound?
Then go look for what you crave.
You say where does all joy abound?
Well certainly not in a grave.
So throw away your own disguise,
And be the one you want to be;
Let Life enfold before your eyes
The insufficiency of vanity.
That's all there is to undergo,
Before you will be able to prize
Life's true vallue and you know,
There's so much love under the skies.
A rose is a rose is a rose...I guess...
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[This message has been edited by Titia Geertman (12-20-2001 08:18 PM).]