Monday, May 09, 2005

Of eagles and chickens

The Eagle

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

- Alfred, Lord Tennyson

The above is a poem - a cool poem.

Let me give it an extension....

Life is more about being bold
Rather than regretting when one is old
An eagle knows this principle will hold

And thus he soars through the sky
While the chickens watch with envious eyes
The price of flying high is a lonely life

Thus mix with the chickens he will not
For by doing so his soul will rot
Soaring is risky but he'd give it a shot
So, people, grab opportunities as they come...
And strike the iron while it's hot!



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