The Rock That Fails Not

Rock

Sitting lonely in the old valley, Upon the broken fence of time; While at the dead smile of the past, My cold eyes stare. What is left of a memory shattered to pick, If reality could lie? I could have borrowed warmth From a dead coal! I had fastened my hope in man; My friends

What’s the Use?

What's the Use?

Most of us indulge in things for which there is little or no value simply because of the way we feel at that time. The fact that we are in a world of time and that we must soon quickly die should make us ponder on the value of things