Dream a dream

One hundred years from now,
It will not matter,
What kind of car I drove,
What kind of house I lived in,
How much I had in my bank,
Nor what my clothes looked like.
One hundred years from now,
It will not matter,
What kind of school I attended,
What kind of typewriter I used,
How large or small my church.
But the world may be. . .
A little better because. . .
I was important in the life of a child.

 
- Dream a Dream- - A social enterprise  

(http://www.dreamadream.org/)

Came across this in the above mentioned website. It inspired me. Hence it is here. Hope you enjoyed reading it :)

Eyes

The Sun is but a wisp of smoke compared to their fury

The Moon appears restless to their tranquility

The Ocean bows humbly to the depth of their love

So dark and lovely that the Sky is no match to them

The Earth has naught to say to the pain they can bear

So lively that the running River seems lifeless

And so magnificent that they left me dumbstruck

No wonder I was imprisoned in them and became a slave

Nothing in this universe has that power except your eyes

And I am madly and deeply in love with them

Well, this is my first blog post. Fell in love with this poem :) It's not written by me. But someone whom i know. :)