So many things to do... places to go..so little time.
How long are you going to walk this earth?
This brings to my mind one of my favourite poems, 'Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening', written by Robert Frost.
STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING
Whose woods these are I think I know
His house is in the village though
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake
The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep...
Hi Deedz..45 years is long enough to do the things u want to do...Aur kitna time chahiye...Anyway,i pray for u to live 100 years to fulfill all ur dreams...
ReplyDeleteThe last 4 lines are easily the most popular ones used for inspiration in school/colls/firms...A nice poem to get ourselves motivated when down..
I'm surprised he even took you seriously. Whatever happened to common sense? LolZ
ReplyDeleteHey, first time on your blog...love it! Specially your 'variety is the spice of life' approach. I hope you see this comment coz i'm leaving it on one of ur older posts. And yes, this poem is one of my favourites too. And so is Grisham.
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