In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
"Tomorrow" I say! "I will call on Jim
Just to show that I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away,
"Here's a telegram sir," "Jim died today."
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
Remember to always say what you mean.
If you love someone, tell them.
Don't be afraid to express yourself.
Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you.
Because when you decide that it is the right time it might be too late.
Seize the day. Never have regrets.
And most importantly, stay close to your friends and family, for they have helped
make you the person that you are today.
I received this 'poem' via e-mail this week. Its looks pretty OK except that in the end it says -
You must send this on in 3 hours after reading the letter to 10 other people. If you do this, you will receive unbelievably good luck. *NOTE* the more people that you send this to, the better luck you will have.
SMILE, even through your tears!!!!!
And to make it sound urgent and practically bullies the receiver with fear, the message goes on about cases where people die when they deleted or ignored the message. I did not forward the message to people as instructed but emailed my response to the one who sent it:
Please do not believe anything as foolish as this.
Bad luck associated with accidents and some bad news
are not really brought on by failure to deliver bad writings
posing as a wannabe art, or some semblance of a 'poem'.
I therefore command my shaman powers
inspired only by the purity and intensity of PURE LOVE
to dispel all negative spells and energies
brought by idle minds and inane beings
imposed on a majority governed by fear.
This is not the first time I received such mails and I'm sure it will not be the last. And each time it happens, if I have time, I rattle off a reply that debunks the myth and end the chain on me. What's amazing is how supposedly mature, intelligent people actually fall prey to these types of mails.
Well, I'm still alive and although I may not appear normal at times, I do live a normal life.
