Sweet Poem to 'Open' 2010

Well, one of the sweet ways to open a year on Bookaholic Blog just has got to be a sweet poem from an equally sweet woman--Ella Wheeler Wilcox. We found this really nice. Enjoy it!

“What can be said in New Year rhymes,

That's not been said a thousand times?

The new years come, the old years go,

We know we dream, we dream we know.

We rise up laughing with the light,

We lie down weeping with the night.

We hug the world until it stings,

We curse it then and sigh for wings.

We live, we love, we woo, we wed,

We wreathe our prides, we sheet our dead.

We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,

And that's the burden of a year.”

When I Born, I Black

When I born, I black

When I grow up, I black
When I go in Sun, I black
When I scared, I black
When I sick, I black
And when I die, I still black

And you white fellow
When you born, you pink
When you grow up, you white
When you go in sun, you red
When you cold, you blue
When you scared, you yellow
When you sick, you green
And when you die, you grey

And you calling me coloured?

I found this poem sometime last week and that was my first time of reading it. Read on the internet that it was written by an African child and was nominated as the UN poem of the year for 2008.

There are so many beautiful things about this short and sweet poem, but quick question: is there anybody on earth that is white (as in White) or Black (totally black)?

Let us know what you think...