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Don't cry for me, when I am in tears
Don't cry, when I am surrounded with fears,Don't cry when I fail,Don't cry when I am laughed upon,Don't cry when I die,But cry when I loose and fail to try.....

Don't cry for me, when I am in tearsDon't cry, when I am surrounded with fears,Don't cry when I fail,Don't cry when I am laughed upon,Don't cry when I die,But cry when I loose and fail to try.....
 

When I was born , my family thanked GODWhen I was safe, my family thanked GODWhen I was learning to be human, my family thanked When I was out of sickness, my family thanked GODWhen I grew up,my family thanked GODWhen I was out of pain, my family thanked GODWhen I got married,my family thanked GODWhenever I survived out of cicumstances, my family thanked God
Is it still appropriate to question his existence ?

Nowadays I have started assuming that life is impossible to understand.
Nowadays I have started feeling that life is not simple as it sounds.Nowadays I have started believing that life is a journey and not a destination.Nowadays I have started living each day as it comes as I have known something which is so unpredictable........LIFE

What to do when you are in stress?

Come out of it as you submerged in it.
No one can help you as you can!
still waiting to analyze this post.....

When you live a "life" .....................and that's not too short as you spell it...............you often forget what its actually meant to be............................"Live".


These four letters really matters!!!

When an old man died in the general ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this poem.
Cranky Old ManWhat do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!! (originally by Phyllis McCormack; adapted by Dave Griffith)Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too!
The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart!

I hope for happiness, when the day starts
I hope for happiness, till the noonI hope for happiness, till the sun setsI hope for happiness, till the day ends............
Maybe I am still not able to realize, that true happiness lies within.