I ramble, I muse, I amuse (mostly myself) as I look at life from all sides now.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Me, Myself and i
For all those obsessed with a misplaced sense of self-importance, check out Caroline Winter in NYT...
1 comment:
Anonymous
said...
Here's a little YOU something. I call it,
Packing to leave
There you are, Packing your shadow, In a little bundle of odds n ends Relationships closed in a sterile file That does not show the tears. Or the mends. Ready to walk away, and leave an emptiness. Nothing left of the journey, No stories strewn about. Nothing save the milestones That you assiduously planted On your way in and out. Through the glass door, as you pack, you see, Those whose hands you held As they took tentative steps first And then strode purposefully, All doubts felled, Toward a world you showed them. They look in bewildered now because They can’t see that destination. So much consternation. They think it is because your finger Does not point to it anymore. Tomorrow they’ll know you Packed their world And took it away.
1 comment:
Here's a little YOU something. I call it,
Packing to leave
There you are,
Packing your shadow,
In a little bundle of odds n ends
Relationships closed in a sterile file
That does not show the tears.
Or the mends.
Ready to walk away, and leave an emptiness.
Nothing left of the journey,
No stories strewn about.
Nothing save the milestones
That you assiduously planted
On your way in and out.
Through the glass door, as you pack, you see,
Those whose hands you held
As they took tentative steps first
And then strode purposefully,
All doubts felled,
Toward a world you showed them.
They look in bewildered now because
They can’t see that destination.
So much consternation.
They think it is because your finger
Does not point to it anymore.
Tomorrow they’ll know you
Packed their world
And took it away.
N
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