Unless you're truly a loner who seems to hate everybody and everything in this world, I'm sure most of you got forwarded emails from your friends. (that is... provided, you have an email address in the first place..)
Yes, I know a lot of those forwarded mails have nothing to your concern (esp when you got nothing much in your mind..) but do you at least try to make time to read each and every one of it?
I do get a lot of forwarded emails. Some are jokes, some are great photos, some are great writings and some are just plain corny. Whatever it is, I try my best to read each and every one of it. The ones that I don't read are mostly email forwarded irresponsibly. Those emails that when you open it, you need to scroll down about half a mile before you actually got to read the short entry.
But there's this one email. With a great poem (or that's what the original sender claim it to be..) which I like to share here. The email was started as a chain email which claims that anyone who got the email should forward it to 10 others or Bad Luck will happen to you. They email also includes what claimed to be 3 true examples of what had happened to other people who did not do it.. Sounds threatening isn't it?
Anyway, I don't care about those warnings. What I like to share here is this poem.
Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
"Tomorrow" I say!
"I will call on Jim Just to show that I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away,
"Here's a telegram sir," "Jim died today."
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
Remember to always say what you mean.
If you love someone, tell them.
Don't be afraid to express yourself.
Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you.
Because when you decide that it is the right time it might be too late.
Seize the day. Never have regrets.
And most importantly, stay close to your friends and family,
for they have helped make you the person that you are today.
On this wonderful weekend, let's just say I dedicate this anonymous poem to all of you. It doesn't matter if you know me in person or not. Just read the poem and give it a thought.
And as usual, don't forget to watch the video... (Tini, she perform on your Birthday..)
END
p.s The email says that if I don't forward to 10 people within 3 hours after reading. Bad Luck will happen to me. From the example, bad luck seems to be death over tragic accident. So, if any of that is true.. It has been a pleasure knowing all of you.. :)
Yes, I know a lot of those forwarded mails have nothing to your concern (esp when you got nothing much in your mind..) but do you at least try to make time to read each and every one of it?
I do get a lot of forwarded emails. Some are jokes, some are great photos, some are great writings and some are just plain corny. Whatever it is, I try my best to read each and every one of it. The ones that I don't read are mostly email forwarded irresponsibly. Those emails that when you open it, you need to scroll down about half a mile before you actually got to read the short entry.
But there's this one email. With a great poem (or that's what the original sender claim it to be..) which I like to share here. The email was started as a chain email which claims that anyone who got the email should forward it to 10 others or Bad Luck will happen to you. They email also includes what claimed to be 3 true examples of what had happened to other people who did not do it.. Sounds threatening isn't it?
Anyway, I don't care about those warnings. What I like to share here is this poem.
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
"Tomorrow" I say!
"I will call on Jim Just to show that I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away,
"Here's a telegram sir," "Jim died today."
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
Remember to always say what you mean.
If you love someone, tell them.
Don't be afraid to express yourself.
Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you.
Because when you decide that it is the right time it might be too late.
Seize the day. Never have regrets.
And most importantly, stay close to your friends and family,
for they have helped make you the person that you are today.
On this wonderful weekend, let's just say I dedicate this anonymous poem to all of you. It doesn't matter if you know me in person or not. Just read the poem and give it a thought.
And as usual, don't forget to watch the video... (Tini, she perform on your Birthday..)
END
p.s The email says that if I don't forward to 10 people within 3 hours after reading. Bad Luck will happen to me. From the example, bad luck seems to be death over tragic accident. So, if any of that is true.. It has been a pleasure knowing all of you.. :)
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