At fitful moments in our pain-racked life
the hand of pleasure wipes away our tears
but pleasure passes like a fleeting shade
and leaves a legacy of pain and loss
the past for us is but a fond regret
the present grim, unless the future’s clear
If thought must end in darkness of the tomb
all will be well one day—–so runs our hope
All NOW is well, is but an idle dream
The wise deceive me: God alone is right,
With lowly sighing, subject in my pain
I do not fling myself against Providence
Once did i sing, in less lugubrious tone
the sunny ways of pleasure’s genial rule
The times have changed, and, taught by growing age
and sharing of the frailty of mankind
seeking a light amid the deepening gloom
I can but suffer, and will not repine.
—–Poem on the Lisbon Disaster
I don’t expect you to like this poem as much as I do, just know that it has a huge impact on me.
Well stop talking to me, cos you will not like what i say.
I do not wanna discuss politics, cos you listen but do not hear me. Shall we talk about Nov 4th election? Cos i really want to tell you i was not convinced by Palin’s speech, who has given Americans many reasons not to vote for Obama but Palin, could you give me ONE reason why one should vote for YOU? Nonetheless i think McCain is gonna win, (oh dear no!) and Barrack what did your 300 advisers have against Hillary? Why Biden? How do you achieve the change you so badly crave for with Biden? You know I am with you, we are anti-war, but reading terrorists their rights?
You might say, this is none of my business. You are probably right.
so stop talking to me.
For I really have nothing to say to you.