Maybe the worst thing with a busy life;
rushing through it, eyes wide open-
blind to all the beauty.
A man made tragedy, that, if any;
to walk eyes open, unseeing, in a garden of beauty,
unable to touch, taste, of the nectar of the gods;
too busy to look, see, know;
like we’ll have the time, in the hereafter.
Life’s too short, too brief;
what we see not today, we will never see again.
©GayUganda 01 Oct. 2008
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