Forgotten positives....

Here's a poem I came across a few days ago, which is a rather intelligent display of a few peculiarities of the English language....


A very Descript Man

I am such a dolent man,
I eptly work each day;
My acts are all becilic,
I've just ane things to say.

My nerves are strung, my hair is kempt,
I'm gusting and I'm span:
I look with dain on everyone
And am a pudent man.

I travel cognito and make
A delible impression:
I overcome a slight chalance,
With gruntled self-possession.

My dignation would be great
If I should digent be:
I trust my vagance will bring
An astrous life for me.
J H Parker

SLOW DANCE......

I found this in an e-mail forward....claiming to be composed by a terminally-ill girl, whose last wish was to see how many people would receive her poem before she dies, so that she can convey to them how she thinks people should spend their lives (supposedly they are tracking the forwards to calculate the number of recipients).....

I definitely don't know if its just another ploy to illegally obtain e-mails by those omniscient spammers,or  if it really is what it claims to be---an email sent to respect the last wishes of a dying person...

But I really found the poem to be somewhat endearing...

Usually I'm not the  sensetive or sentimental type...but I thought that posting it here would make it a better way of honoring the last wishes of the author.......

so, here goes.....

Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?

Or listened to the rain

Slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?

Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You better slow down...

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.

Do you run through each day

On the fly?

When you ask How are you?

Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done

Do you lie in yourbed

With the next hundred chores 

Running through your head?

You'd better slow down

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.


Ever told your child, 

We'll do it tomorrow?

And in your haste,

Not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch,

Let a good friendship die 

Cause you never had time 

To call and say,'Hi'

You'd better slow down.

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.


When you run so fast to get somewhere

You miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry through your day,

It is like an unopened gift....

Thrown away.

Life is not a race.

Do take it slower

Hear the music

Before the song is over.

Did you like that?

waiting for your comments.....

till then..

signing off...

Rishi......