Saturday 19 January 2013

FIELD OF FEELINGS


In the fertile fields of the roving mind


Cultivating the delicate crop of feelings


The sun of opportunity may shine on you


And the rain of fortune may bless you


But if you don’t know your saplings well


When the time of harvest comes


 Is it not too late to discover


That the only crop you’ll get to reap


Are weeds of anger and hatred and ill will!  



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