She'd come by smiling everyday
Everyday he'd see her wishing that she would come his way
To talk to him
To laugh with him
That was his dream, always
She'd sometimes flirt with him
She'd sometimes look his way that confuses him
Now she's no-where to be seen
He's trapped in the sadness of not fulfilling his dream
His mind wonders, it tries to lend comfort in the idea that she wasn't his
A few days later he got word
She was in the hospital living on life support
He went there to see her
To have a look before God took her
She was still in a comma with a smile on her face, as if to say 'life is all about being happy and the rest you have to work on
He still thinks of her from time to time
Thoughts of her bring tears to his eyes
Her smile is the only thing he considers is his drive
For no work, there is no happiness, there is no life
Saturday, April 01, 2006
No Work - No Happiness - No Life
Posted by Sleepless In Muscat at 01:05
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3 comments:
Poll:
Welcome to my blog. And thanks!
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hi!
Very beautiful poem:).
Ella:
yeah, I thought it does carry that moral to it..
:o)
Sara:
welcome to my blog!
And thanks!
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