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

8 comments:

  1. 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.

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  2. Anonymous12:28 AM

    Blogging has become boring
    Like Keshits lengthy posts
    Written in Italics
    So lengthy
    So boring
    Like Keshits long non-existant life experiences

    Bored Mouse

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  3. Yes and so did some poet in our 5th standard text book.

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  5. Anonymous4:41 AM

    , u tink ur funny, huh ?? ,

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  6. Thats a beautiful poem. thanks for sharing.

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  7. MIRAAANDAAAAAAAAA !


    u sure brightened up my dull day

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  8. Good thoughts! It is true, right?
    Rock on!
    (and I am still around, old boy. Just horribly busy....for now)

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