Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Needs


I met her on a sunny day;
Her hair had just begun to turn gray.
I asked her what she really wanted;
I was not prepared for what she asked:

"A single whiff of fresh air,
A moment without a care,
A smile that reaches the eyes,
A tear that springs in surprise,
A hand that I can reach out to,
A lap that I can bury into,
A memory of a beautiful time,
A promise of a loving rhyme."

Help - I would if I could;
But I couldn't, so I didn't.
Her needs were naive,
Yet, they managed to baffle life.

8 comments:

  1. well I think in the rush of life we forget the little things .. and to enjoy them too ..

    i would ask for the same tooo

    Bikram's

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    1. very true...also how many of us can provide these to others?

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  2. What a lovely poem! The message is so beautifully conveyed! :)

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  3. I would like to be a person who can give those things to others.

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  4. My poem on a similar theme :)

    http://ci-dessous.livejournal.com/2490.html

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