Sitting here in the silent night
And your picture, blurred though
Along all my gloomy solitude

Haven’t thought about you in a while
Life has decided
Not to have love anymore, it seems

I know,
I can't blame you, my heart
I can’t blame myself either
Somehow I’m lost like the withered leaf
That got blown away in the autumn breeze




How do you feel when a insurance rep comes up to you to sell a life insurance and he gives you an illustration and then says looking very seriously at you;

Sir, you will live for a minimum of 78 years.

And I am thinking, s@#* ….that long…. :)