As I see the fireworks in the sky,
exploding into colours of glory like mystical shooting stars
dancing harmoniously with such slender,
Ushering us humans into a brand new year,
signifying an unspoiled, untried, unexplored yet comfortably familiar beginning....
Gasp!
I stood there worrying how much these fireworks cost.
And that the money could have been used to feed the poverty-stricken orphans in Nepal and elsewhere, saving lives, creating joie de vivre for those who needed it most,
rather than giving us a few minutes of pleasure we probably would have forgotten the moment it ended.
Instead of wanting more and and itching for better pleasures,
why not try counting our blessings this year around.
Happy New Year! :)
exploding into colours of glory like mystical shooting stars
dancing harmoniously with such slender,
Ushering us humans into a brand new year,
signifying an unspoiled, untried, unexplored yet comfortably familiar beginning....
Gasp!
I stood there worrying how much these fireworks cost.
And that the money could have been used to feed the poverty-stricken orphans in Nepal and elsewhere, saving lives, creating joie de vivre for those who needed it most,
rather than giving us a few minutes of pleasure we probably would have forgotten the moment it ended.
Instead of wanting more and and itching for better pleasures,
why not try counting our blessings this year around.
Happy New Year! :)
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