Who Do You Think That I Am If you judge me by my job; then you do not know, who I might be If you judge me by my work; then you only know, what you can see If you like me for my speech; then what do you think of my mind If you like me for my knowledge; does that make everything fine If you acknowledge me by my skin; what will be the fate of our future If you acknowledge me by my deeds; does that mean we will endure If you help me because of my distance; what happens when I live closely If you help me because of my proximity; is that better for both you and me If you listen simply because you agree; what if, that is not the state If you listen simply to understand; that small choice will aide our fate al brown
Time will pass quickly, and you will want it to stay Some friends will hold on, while others will stray Days will grow short, and far too many to count All of your accomplished tasks just won't amount If there was no end, to this preciously short ride Would we care where our time does now abide
I wish it were possible for all conversations to be enjoyable, all interactions to go well, all thoughts to be pleasant, and all conclusions to be positive; it is a wistful fantasy, for which, the human heart cannot comply.
Cascading memories, cascading over the edge of reasoned thought, falling softly into the deep pool of regret; passing slowly by, within the stream of time.
We know that there is beauty in the world, and there is also painful sorrow. We must learn from the past, bask in the present, and prepare for tomorrow.