“Some come crippled some come lame, but they all have to bear their burdens at the high of the day.”
Easter happens to be one of those periods of the year when humanity largely takes upon the burderns of others upon its shoulders.
Different shoes we wear. Austerity for the masses. The Kings wallow in the fat of largese. Nothing new here, neither is it accidental that the 21st Century is no place for Robin hood.
This easter, harvest the scraps falling off the high table. Wear nothing but a smile as the richness of life knows no caste, religion or creed.
Honey isn't made by bees, milk by cows nor rainbows by the rain. Mother earth knows better than to share the easter eggs this way. In this, assured that my burdern wount be lighter than my neighbours this easter, come rain or shine, I shall not only sing a song but also:
- Sleep like a baby
- Explore like a toddler
- Play like a child
- Love like a teenager
- Intoxicate with drive of youth
- Care like a parent
- Laugh like the elderly
Happy Easter to all my readers.
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