Color me lonely.
Went to my hometown
No one is around.
The landscape has changed,
My children have re-arranged,
My old home has shattered,
Not much left to grasp onto
Noting left I guess,
To hold.
The fifteen hours
On the road
Left me thinking
I was something
They hoped I'd
Be driving home for
But short of the youngest,
They don't need me here
No more.
Guess that
Is what I hoped for,
But a small recognition
Might'a been fine.
Guess we all have our time
Just color me lonely
We are all just dust
On the sandscape of time.
Beautiful poem Chris Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken
The landscape has changed, so colouring of life is urged before time on the sandscape. Brilliant poem is shared.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Just color me lonely We are all just dust On the sandscape of time' - liked this expression of a pensive thought. Perhaps, 'sandscape' in the last line should be read as 'landscape'? - Just a curiosity, no spelling check.