Walden Pond II
The streets of Bangalore
Millions of people and all they do
The livestock road that takes me to work
To a fantasy city of
Computers and electricity
While so many see their floors wash away
With every rain
But the mangos are delicious, papaya too
The cool night breeze on my balcony and
A new hammock I’m excited to nap upon…
i-Tunes has a direct line to my bank account
Steve Jobs owes me a Christmas card
I’ve learned to see the world
Through eyes more than American
And less than American
Are the lights I see from my balcony
In Bangalore or
Reflected in Walden Pond?
Henry David may be waiting on my balcony tomorrow
Incredible India with all her faults and promise
Has shown me I want to live deliberately
Front only the essential facts
Suck the marrow of life
And not, when I come to die
Realize I did not fully live.
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That was lovely, Paul.
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