Wednesday, January 18, 2012

A bit of a poem

In the infinite space of the universe,
what wonder that life begins...

In the finite age of a man,
what wonder that happiness
remains hidden...

In the momentary tugs of the heart,
what wonder that sorrow
takes root.

It is never too late to begin afresh.

Every moment is a gift,

But the faint breeze in the night
is unfelt by the heavy heart.

And morning comes,
the stars fade...

And this day is gone,
gone forever.

Never to happen again.