Laymen forever

A word for all those who win nothing
And still play the vital roles

For all those flowers carrying honey
And close their eyes for the bees to steal

And the one labor who paste
Bricks after bricks with his sweat
Of a sky scrapper, the fame of it's owner

And the one song of lonely boatman
Passing unnoticed, though for the world-
And it's sound sleep,he pains his sick throat

And the one watering those lush green lawns
For those eyes that never went down

And the one painting on life
getting wet in rains of tears
Where all those foolish strokes
Are caged well in silver frames

Why you feel ashamed, asking the newborns
To go back to their own eggs;
the only leisure land for a layman !

I got off on the first two lines there krishna. Believe it or not I just got home from a long day's drive having played a vital role and got bugger all, for it. Actually worse than bugger all. It's upset me fair and proper. That dozy pratt. Why didn't he listen propertly and get the message straight. Now I'm a grand down.

Nahhh...your drive makes you look a grand up from my end Irma: and you can't skirt over this one that easily either
LOve Jasper

PS: I meant Krishna poem btw, as it's far deeper than mud in anyones eye!
See what I mean Krishna and Ima??

hello jasper,

thanks for that last line! i believe in the same...phil and poetry is a mix thats dangerous if unreasoned.

you seems to be a nice critic...and i love the way you express

thanks again

Very recognizable and relateable.....Except for the egg part, perhaps..... Ha ha, but I'm notoriously slow, so, what can ya do? Nice work, Krishna!

~Much Love~
Megan