Here's to your young.
Here's to your empty streets at 6 AM, and to your penetrating cold.
Here's to your old.
Here's to your rusty lamp posts, and every weathered, worn-out wall.
Here's to us all.
Here's to your accidental beauty... may it be forgiven you.
And may we be forgiven, too.
Well, i like the sentimental feelings...i really do, but (along with your lines) here's a little pickle, that sentimentality is heartfelt when one can feel that the effects u're talking about are borne out of the simple nature of human beings, the simplicity and spontaneity of human beings who just can't help but commit the same mistakes over and over and over, but is that really the situation here? here is a different story, here the situation is a result of blockheadedness, savage nature, and the very simple lack of the most basic impulses of a civilized nature, which, i'd dare to say, is the result of the most depraved and inhumane ideas being instilled in the minds and souls from the moment of birth till death, disguised, of course, as sacred teachings, i can forgive and sympathize with a miserable situation when it is a result of human nature, but leaving wild dogs to starve and die or run over by speeding cars and leaving their carcasses with their guts spilled out because Islam condemns touching dogs !!!! that's not human nature !!, and that's just an example..
ReplyDeleteso, I'm going to say that i like your little poem, but I'm going to assume u're talking about Rio De Janeiro or Bejing, not Cairo, it just doesn't deserve it !
final note: where exactly are the streets empty at 6 am?? where i live they're as crowded as midday !