Forever

Nothing lasts forever

The imposing wondrous Taj Mahal

Will not stand for a million years

Who shall witness its end?..its fall

Ask someone up there,he'll see it all


Lifetime warranty for a mattress?

Whose lifetime? Yours or the mattress'?

That lovely house you built

Lovingly,caringly for your dear loved ones

Will you see them forever in the four walls?


This car is mine ! this flower plant is mine !

Can you live till 150 and see the sun shine?

You'll fade,you'll shrivel,you must end someday!

'tis wise to embrace small happiness..............

................................which comes your way!!!


©bishu

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Naked truth.............................. unpalatable.Distasteful. Ugly.

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Who really cares nl1220?? Let's go on fighting

Who really cares nl1220?? Let's go on fighting one another tooth and nail (with all education,knowledge,etc).... I hope for living for at least 150 years ..some miracle in medicine ,or something..that's why I am selfish ........ ~ B Happy Respected neolight1220 ~


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The futility of it all can

The futility of it all can look like a red hot chile in the kitchen trashcan---mid summer, no airconditioning.   I will rather share the chile with a friend, and by pass the futility of life...at least, in as much for the sake of the chile's life. :-)

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

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You're not nightlight .. you are Daylight

You're not nightlight .. you are Daylight. What a chile !!!! Thank you so so much for your recomment.... An ode to you today(or maybe night) "ALien Thoughts"

Thank ye soooo much Daylight. You are a booster rocket........


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Yes---the best things in life

Yes---the best things in life are the simple ones!

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "