I am in misery.
For when I am in misery
The poem ceases to be
Words crafted and chiseled
From abstracted thought.
The poem begins to be me.
August 31, 2000
4.41 pm, Thursday
Where have all the flowers gone?
June 28, 2007
I'm going to break tradition and leave my own poetry behind for a while. I was just surfing through the web and thought of "Googling" Peter, Paul and Mary. The video here is the second video i watched on YouTube and well, I almost cried. Seeing them so old…
Yet so committed to their music and peace advocacy! And when the audience joined in on the singing, I just felt so, human and mortal.. And if you just listen to the words, it's all about the cycle of life, our mortality. And I thought, someday, I'll be old, too. And what will this generation think of my generation?
I still feel like crying when I watch this video. And led me to download 4 other versions did by different artists, namely, Joan Baez, The Mama's and the Papa's, Bruce Springsteen and would you believe, Earth, Wind & Fire.
