The possibility that this is all there is to life confounds me!
I know I have been busy I have been busy digging Little pits in shifting sands By a choppy sea, and waiting For my little dreams To form puddles in my living And slowly watch its walls collapse Into itself Water to Water Sand and all Amidst the roaring of the waves And the silences Of the droopy willows Crying In the falling rain
Rajesh, Everything depends on what you mean by this...
ReplyDeleteMy 'this' can be quite busy, filled with things I have to do in the form of chores for the family, the house, church, and others. Sometimes I wonder if what I do makes a difference - perhaps it dosen't except to my family. But if there were not a lot of other people like me doing what they can to help, then the act of omission would be noticable.
ReplyDeleteI love to be out doors, and when I feel a little disheartened I take a breath of fresh air and somehow I smile.