Let’s treat the past with warmth and care,
For with every single passing day,
Since we don’t know why we are here
Let’s do what the the Heaven we like,
Impatience they say, now holds sway
Impatience will bring forth gains,
You see, I C B M’s, as the much-touted
When life’s no more than each breath we take,
Than the days and nights that we call the past,
Let’s treat the past with warmth and care,
For with every single passing day,
May your skies be clear and blue,
Your nights and days forever true,
When eyes are moist and the heart bleeds
And, sorrow reigns supreme,
Old Age is a bloody curse
There, surely, can’t be very much worse,
Look at the Blue Skies
Enjoy Paradise,
Don’t let anyone near the Soul
They may only wish to tarnish it,
Cry not, faint heart,
Light up the present alley,
Nothing’s achieved without desire, Ambition’s not the same as greed To the difference, we must pay heed.
To get the meaning of this verse
Simply, look at the Universe,
Banish the blues – Why blow a fuse? Happy or morose, The choice is yours.
Recall Trump’s televised speech from Fort Myer, Arlington (Virginia) on August 21, 2017, sternly warning Pakistan to stop sheltering and exporting terror. But Pakistan never stopped and America signed a Pakistan-scripted peace deal with the Taliban.
Sustainability is the “pet” word today
Yet, no one has the faintest clue
Why am I not a known name?
Does obscurity bring me peace of mind?
Biden, Putin, Macron,
Zelen, look at the nexus of the letter ‘N’,
The dark and dreary robe of winter,
The shroud that takes all light away,