I stole this Bud at 11.33PM

from a Buddy hydeing out in my hometown,
still shy to greAt me in the sunlight.
But one day, surely, we will both walk out iof the shadow,
Into De Light.

Being fatiqued and having no new thoughts to share, I strolled the cyber-homes of mGf in the plural, and just 27 minutes to a new day, I believe aFurongite residing at anakmerdeka.blogspot.com wouldn't mind my spreading a borrowed poem:)

Friday, April 25, 2008

Dear Anwar ...

LIFE

All in the dark we grope along,
And if we go amiss
We learn at least which path is wrong,
And there is gain in this.

We do not always win the race
By only runing right,
We have to tread the mountain's base
Before we reach its height.

But he who loves himself the last
And knows the use of pain,
Though strewn with errors all his past,
He surely shall attain.

Some souls there are that needs must taste
Of wrong, ere choosing right;
We should not call those years a waste
Which led us to the light.

- Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Labels: Poetry