042810h Somebody Is Telling Me To Go Home Poem by Manonton Dalan

my pretty shadow is in front of me
getting longer faster than i thought
breeze is getting colder now; i sigh
time has deserted so fast; unbelievable
when you're busy with your mind, time
elapse is a blink of an eye; yes it's true

my plate at restaurant is waiting for me
should i order same dish as yesterday
or i will treat myself, myself generously
i could have eaten outside but i don't like
to bite my fingers; hehehe... i need light
would you? so lovely to see what you eating