Remember the day you said your goodbyes,

Remember the day you said your goodbyes,
the day the sun had fallen from the skies,
the day it promised to drown in the seas,
that night a reminder of a love that had ceased.

But love is a child who won’t understand,
who will not listen, I can’t reprimand.
A love you had abandoned a long time ago,
I decided to nourish it, and so it did grow.

And so my love grew without my consent,
it grew first from anger, and then from resent.
It grew colder than your heart, 
as it turned still to stone.
But still my love for you began to grow.

My love grew so hot it made me burn,
it first burned my hatred and the past I’d spurned
then consuming my anger, it became the sun,
to show how the passing of a night could be done.

But love is a child who won’t understand,
who will not listen, I can’t reprimand.
And although you will never return back again,
I hope my love warms you until your breath’s end. 

There was a man with four wives.

There was a man with four wives. He loved his fourth wife the most and took
a great care of her and gave her the best. He also loved his third wife
and always wanted to show her off to his friends. However, he always
had a fear that she might runaway with some other man. He loved his second
wife too. Whenever he faced some problems, he always turned to his second
wife and she would always help him out. He did not love his first wife
though she loved him deeply, was very loyal to him and took great care of
him. One day the man fell very ill and knew that he is going to die soon.
He told himself, "I have four wives with me. I will take one of them along
with me when I die to keep company in my death."
Thus, he asked the fourth wife to die along with him and keep company. "No
way!" she replied and walked away without another word.
He asked his third wife. She said "Life is so good over here. I'm going to
remarry when you die".
He then asked his second wife. She said "I'm Sorry. I can't help you this
time around. At the most I can only accompany you til your grave."
By now his heart sank and turned cold.
Then a voice called out: "I'll leave with you. I'll follow you no matter
where you go." the man looked up and there was his first wife. She was so
skinny, almost like she suffered from malnutrition. Greatly grieved, the
man said, "I should have taken much better care of you while I could have!"

Actually, we all have four wives in our lives.

a. The fourth wife is our body. No matter  how much time and effort we
lavish in making it look good, it'll leave us when w die.

b. The third wife is our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, they go to others.

c. the second wife is our family and friends. No matter how close they
had been there for us when we're alive, the furthest they can stay by us is
up to the grave.

d. the first wife is our  GOOD DEEDS, neglected in our pursuit of material
wealth and pleasure. It is actually the only thing that follows us wherever we go.

👌 One of the best messages I have received till date.
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