d' pOeM

Ass...

Dis is d poem I loved,,,

I got it from my course session from ma' teacher...

Thx 4 Mrs. Ade,,,

Its good 2 see, hear, n feel,,,

So...

n'joy it,,,,

And a women who held a babe against her bosom

said, speak to us of children

And he said,

your children are not your children

there are the sons and daughter of life's

longing for itself

They came through you but not from you

And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you

You may give them your love

but not your thoughts

For they have their own thoughts

you may house their bodies but not their

souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of

tomorrow,which you cant

visit, not

even in your dreams

You may strive to be like them, but seek

not to make them like you

For life goes not backward not tarries

with yesterday

You are the bows from which your children as

living arrows are sent forth

The archer sees the mark upon the path

of the infinites and He bends you with this might

That His arrows may go swift and far

Let us bending in the archer's had be for gladness

For even as He loves the arrow that flies

So He loves also the bow that is stable

_Kahlil Gibran_

...~awie~...