Who owns your Life anyway?

Your life is yours, my friend
yours to interpret in a way that you deem fit

It is not of your father
not of your mother
nor is it for your LIFE PARTNER


Heed my words, follow your heart
cause that is where your true driver resides


You are but a vehicle driven over
a definitive and unforseen territory
by an unseen and divine driver.

--
28 Nov 2006
A poem written for my son who was looking at me as he was pulled away from me by his mother

Office Crunch

Need to write something fast
since time is not going to last

hurry HURRY it is getting to four thirty
and no one has yet made my favourite tea

--

5 July 2006: First Day of my new job