Thursday, January 26, 2012

The Old Story

I saw my boy, sad and in pain
Tried to cheer him but in vain
The tears rolled on to his wounds raw
“She”, he said tore his heart and no one saw
I smiled, told you boy she would break your heart
But not much is lost if you forget past
Take a walk with me
Let me show you life and its beautiful colours, forget “She”
Fall in love with life; the essence is in letting go
He looked at me and said, “one reaps what one sows"