I am running away from reality, as fast as i could.
and trying not to look back, so as to prevent my eye from tearing.
Woulda-Coulda-Shoulda
Monday, August 10, 2009
I read this last week when I was catching up with my reading. I discovered a book in my father's bookshelf which contained pieces like below. Its not exactly a book but a pamphlet of sorts which was presented to him by a journalist that he met when he was commuting on train daily.
I really liked this poem and surprised that I had not come across this till date.
All the Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
Layin' in the sun,
Talkin' 'bout the things
They woulda coulda shoulda done...
But those Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
All ran away and hid
From one little Did.