Wednesday, January 07, 2004


Life is a journey.
Its path is destiny.
And following is its itinerary.

The first halt is childhood.
Gentle as a breeze
and delicate like a flower.
As beautiful as a rain shower.

The next being the youth.
Full of courage and exuberance.
Blissful and lively.
Just like a feel that's heavenly.

After that is the oldage.
Calm like the waves of a sea.
With no worries there to be.

The final is the death.
A time to remember
the above three and
forever to be free

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