Busy man
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You walk with your head down
As if you are busy thinking all alone
When asked where to, you feel embarrassed
Making agile wrinkles on your busy forehead
Wonderful are your steps to watch to the last
When you walk real fast and get me past
You feel riddled with a sigh of regret
When I come before your burning cigarette
I sometimes wonder what you are
What makes you move, speak, think and cheer?
Must be made of something amazing
And the potential in you is astounding
Busy? For what, just wonder a moment
It's funny when I am apprised of the reason of it
You cry out to your lover
Are you there? But she is not there
You are now a face wreathed in hopes
Praying and toiling for love dopes
And you are on your own all alone
Walking with your head down
When asked to stop a bit
You say I am having fish to fry and on assignment
So disturb me not as I am busy, busy, busy....
Yes you must be busy with your love being crazy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You walk with your head down As if you are busy thinking all alone.....awesome write....really amazing