When you get a hold of it and start reading the first few pages, you would probably wonder why the hell this book has so far sold over 21million copies since it was first published. Amazon.com at their 10th anniversary even said the e-book version of it was their All Time then! I would personally recommend it to a 8year old! But then again, simple things aren’t just simple. I read the book for the first time about 15hrs ago and finished it in less than 2hrs, (If you are a fast reader you’d probably take less than one hour) but I like to ponder up on a point that has touched me sometimes, thats probably why I take double the time.
The simple story of how Sniff, Scurry, Hem and Haw (the four characters in it) dealt with all the issues surrounding them has since changed the way I look at everything. For so long I have been way too comfortable with the way things are in my life, too comfortable to realize the changes that have taken place around me. I have, for so long, lived the Hem and Haw kind of life. Or have I even been worse!
As life goes on, it is prone to change, and we need to be ready to move along with the change. Don’t start questioning “Who Moved My Cheese?” and start to hem and haw, when you can read this book and change your perception.
Cheese: is a metaphor here! It represents anything that you have thought to be gold in your life, and simply cant live without! Whether it’s your dream Job, wealth, family etc.
Christmas tree, sparkling bright,
Filled with baubles, warmth and light,
Precious symbol of our affection,
For Christmas time and its perfection,
Show each night your radiant glory
For oohs’ and aahs’ obligatory.
Christmas tree, don’t let us down,
Show something special at your crown
An angle, star, or glorious piece,
To make our holiday’s joy increase,
An icon pure, ideal, and complete,
You make our memories fond and sweet,
Glitter and glisten, gleam and glow
Oh Christmas tree, we love you so.
He sat and wondered
Why sweetness had left him,
He scratched his hair off,
Wondering where bitterness,
had come from,
And it had for long.
The sky was beautiful,
The morning sun’s rays sparkled,
The birds sung, and
in the echo, a new song.
In the fields,
Nature’s gifts grazed and gazed,
Beauty poured by the heavens,
Overflowing in the valleys.
And so he stood,
in awe of God’s own,
The unfathomable artistry,
free for all.
he found life,
oozed within him,
The ever lasting kind of sweetness.
I don’t want to kiss,
Sometimes I don’t want to cuddle,
I don’t even want to breathe in;
Your sweet breath,
Sometimes I don’t want to tell you
How long my day was,
And how many winks I dismissed.
I just want to look
deep into your glowing eyes,
to where I see my paradise,
And just wonder
at what God was thinking
when he created you.
Because when he made you,
He must have been thinking,
And then I’ll kiss you,
And we’ll cuddle.
And as I take in your sweet breath
I’ll tell you how long my day was,
how many winks I dismissed,
And most certainly,
how I was longing to come home to you.
Little ones oh so young
oh so free, with happy feet, they grace the park showered with bliss, Innocence and satisfaction. God’s own pieces of art painted for all. As leaves fall, the cracklings of the old brings forth joy.
The winds, with utmost tenderness- caress their rosy cheeks, As their laughter echo beyond the horizon. And smiles stir pure, and true love– love for peace love for all.
Her torn dress, oh so old
Patches brown , five a flowers
Even then, she affords a giggle.
Walking as she skips,
Her tiny feet flips
She stands and stares at the doll
On her path lying so lone,
Her fingers make a cross
With hope, mama will kiss
Her new friend, along with her.
Her bed of steel
She holds on still,
Only she loves.
Mama won’t hear her snore
In the moonlight and its glow.
Her plate with no cherry
A beautiful morning so chilly,
She looks at mamas eyes
With a smile so tender,
She gobbles her milk in haste
And runs out to play.
Dusk will then fall,
With signs of Peace a new.
A moment alone
In the tiny wooden crib
Only then will she sing along
With the moon so full of life
And the stars will light her face,
She, the heavenly princess.
There reaches a time,
when the leaf cant hold on any longer,
it will know when to fall.
A bride would wish for a longer day,
but the sun doesn’t get to be told,
its time to set–
But even then,
the stars are just as beautiful.
Heavy storms will rise,
Snow will fall,
Cyclones will breakout,
and winds will blow, hard;
heaven knows that all this,
is bound to happen.
Amid a thousand Q’s
a hope lingers within
an assurance of God’s will,
and a purpose for all those,
you’ve left behind.