Ode to breakfast....
No hope, regrets not many
you run down
and round
in circles that
become history
of your life.
A history so precious
that even you wouldn’t
remember
just like
a breakfast on a monday
morning that
you can’t recall on
a Thursday. Yes,
that invaluable
bread you toiled for
weekdays
after weekdays..
only to lose its
taste in the
circles
of life. And
then to blame it
on a
busy workschedule...Ah!
truly what a weak and
idle theme
this seemingly
shameless dream?
~Liverpool 15/11/2005
* of course the last stanza was appropriated from his highness -The Bard
10 comments:
Good one.
I didnt know you were so ahead of your time: the date of your post says 24/11
intangible... feel so helpless dont we when the history slips away... loved the post.
vij,
ah!! thanks.fixed.
wbix, thanks , yes we do and it slips away as well.
"you run down
and round
in circles that
become history
of your life"
These lines are so true when you look back and reflect.
'weekdays
after weekdays..
only to lose its
taste in the
circles
of life. '
A very incisive observation about life in general and applicable in most aspects of life..we run and run..but for what..??
Liked it very much :)
Thanks :a:,
pinny,
what? whatever we are running from?
glad u liked it.
maria
it is myself in the middle of it all.
thanks.
Hope ur fine too.
Ubermensch
Yoss luv,
There is such a thing as a vacation!! ....want one??
Bengaloor is wet wet wet!! :-)) Hope you are well and all....
Love,
Chay
Chay,
With all your wet love flowing here suddenly,Ive had my rare and cherished Tyler Durden moment of my life slip away.
from untitled to breakfast!
yup , Thought unitlted was too general:)
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