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WHEN WE ARE SICK AND DYING
It is the dawn of awareness
When you are sick and dying
Our life; ephemeral,loses its glamour
Our sweat and pain, irrelevant
The blindfold falls off
Our eyes of fantasy go blind
The breeze of fate
Blows open the windows of reality
The toil of yesteryears
The strength of our limbs
The folly we call youth
Passes before our eyes
In painfully slow motion
We lose the clay and breath
We wonder why we never saw
Never thought, never imagined...
We become sages
When we are sick and dying
Published 3rd Oct 2017
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Such truth in these words, Ola.
" Rejoice, O young man, in thy youth. . ."
Thank you for sharing.
" Rejoice, O young man, in thy youth. . ."
Thank you for sharing.
9th Oct 2017 9:09am
19th Apr 2018 4:44pm
We became sages, is that 'wise' as in French language or the aromatic plant whose greyish-green leaves are used as a culinary herb, sage?
20th Apr 2018 8:10am
Wise. That is, it is when we are about to die( or think we are about to) that we suddenly become wise.
Thank you so much Billy
Thank you so much Billy
