Auld Lang Syne

If poetry were a man,
Words would be a woman,
As the wind ruffles,
I wonder,
The faded aura of the poetry,
With the absence of,
Words from a woman,
Like the falling leaves,
As the winter fails,
To mesmerise the earth,
How melodic it would be,
The heavenly words,
Rise from the very heart,
Of an intriguing woman,
As if the soothing chords,
Of Clayderman’s touch,
She brings,
Oh how with the deep,
Insightful eyes,
She reflects the innocence,
Of the rainbows,
Abated the rains in me,
If poetry were a man,
Words must be a woman,
The words are born,
In the solace of silence,
In the angelic of solitary,
How distant the words,
They fly,
Fly the poet,
Crossing arms,
To the moon,
While Venus blinks,
The very words of auld lang syne - Sharazad 3am

Inspired by Kenny G and Richard Clayderman ;)

Below is a story of life received from a friend of mine, for all readers. Bless our life -

At this hectic time of the year, here's
a very useful piece of advice to put all
things into perspective.

When things in your life seem almost too
much to handle, when 24 hours in a day
are not enough, remember the mayonnaise
jar... and the coffee...

A professor stood before his philosophy
class and had some items in front of
him. When the class began, wordlessly,
he picked up a very large and empty
mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it
with golf balls. He then asked the
students if the jar was full. They
agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of
pebbles and poured them into the jar. He
shook the jar lightly. The pebbles
rolled into the open areas between the
golf balls. He then asked the students
again if the jar was full. They agreed
it was.

The professor next picked up a box of
sand and poured it into the jar. Of
course, the sand filled up everything
else. He asked once more if the jar was
full. The students responded with an
infamous "yes."

The professor then produced two cups of
coffee from under the table and poured
the entire contents into the jar,
effectively filling the empty space
between sand. The students laughed.

Now, said the professor, as the
laughter subsided, I want you to
recognize that this jar represents your
life. The golf balls are the important
things. Your family, your children, your
faith, your health, your friends and
your favorite passions. Things, that if
everything else was lost and only they
remained, your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that
matter. Your job, your house and your
car. The sand is everything else. The
small stuff. "If you put the sand into
the jar first," he continued, "there is
no room for the pebbles or the golf
balls. The same goes for life. If you
spend all your time and energy on the
small stuff, you will never have room
for the things that are important to
you. Pay attention to the things that
are critical to your happiness. Play
with your children. Take time to get
medical checkups. Take your partner out
to dinner. Play another 18. There will
always be time to clean the house and
fix the disposal. Take care of the golf
balls first, the things that really
matter. Set your priorities. The rest is
just sand."

One of the students raised her hand and
inquired what the coffee represented.

The professor smiled. "I'm glad you
asked. It just goes to show you that no
matter how full your life may seem,
there's always room for a couple of
cups of coffee with a friend."