Wednesday, October 05, 2005
and when i die ...
when i think of my dad
i hear him say
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there;
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there;
I did not die.
http://www.businessballs.com/donotstandatmygraveandweep.htm
Habits to make u successful by Stephen covey
http://www.businessballs.com/sevenhabitsstevencovey.htm
when u have very little time left as i
Time management is important
http://www.businessballs.com/time.htm
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8 comments:
yep seen this poem b4...
dads r irreplaceable...no poem can make me feel content Saby...neither can they replace the void that's left...
Keshi.
Blogging has become boring
Like Keshits lengthy posts
Written in Italics
So lengthy
So boring
Like Keshits long non-existant life experiences
Bored Mouse
Yes and so did some poet in our 5th standard text book.
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, u tink ur funny, huh ?? ,
Thats a beautiful poem. thanks for sharing.
MIRAAANDAAAAAAAAA !
u sure brightened up my dull day
Good thoughts! It is true, right?
Rock on!
(and I am still around, old boy. Just horribly busy....for now)
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