Because

sachincsachinc Posts: 117
edited April 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Sometimes he just lets go...
He drifts along and frees the shackles of life.
He cares not: for the current is his guide.
When he lets go...

Sometimes he plunges...
All the dirt of humanity is washed
He is pure again
When he plunges...

Sometimes he laughs...
He brings aid to those in need
He eases troubled souls
When he laughs...

Sometimes he cries...
And the whole world cries too,
And the hole world is stopped
Because no one is perfect...
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