Every sunrise heralds a new day
The previous like passing clouds gone away
The moments spent being transient
Leaving behind memories permanent
Tomorrow you may never see those closest to your heart
Due to death or destiny playing its part
To bring the closest of people apart
Leaving lasting impressions in the heart
Tomorrow you may never see the money
Which you put together penny by penny
Destiny or mistake being the cause
But the passing clouds never pause
Tomorrow your robust health may fail
Adding misery , making you ail
But on life's boat you have to sail
Braving rough seas, storm and hail
The clouds move across the boundless sky
Yielding droplets of rain on earth no longer dry
With that they move on even if the ground dries
Teaching us a lesson so true and wise
WELL, I SUPPOSE THINGS DON'T GET WORSE THAN HANGING FROM A HELIUM BALLOON A MILE ABOVE SOME UNRECOGNIZED STATE. OF COURSE, MY GRIP COULD WEAKEN, OR I COULD GET SUCKED INTO A JET INTAKE. THAT'S ONE OF THE REMARKABLE THINGS ABOUT LIFE. IT'S NEVER SO BAD THAT IT CAN'T GET WORSE. - Bill Waterson
Thursday, September 20, 2007
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