On the floor
At table
All alone
With others
I play and play and play
With Lego, the puzzle, crosswords
Hands busy
Mind flies
Brain talks
Eyes stare
I am shocked
"I don't like virtual.
I love the real ones
The naturals, "
I'm silent
I'm still
"Are you here? "
I hear.
"I'm sorry."
I reply.
No one knows what I said
What I thought, treasure
Is covered in my mind, in my chest
"Ay people..."
I hear my conscious
"...you are fools"
Like a bud
Lips smile
My dimples
(I am sure)
Have betrayed
But not all
Dad,
Nassy,
Someone says
"Poor old man..."
"Dementia...Alzheimer"
Eyes signal.
Like a drop
Butter, milk or water
In a pot
(Red and hot)
I'm burning
"Be or not, "
(Shakespeare's)
The horse is plastic
In Lego
Part of horse thick paper
Puzzle's piece
"Ay people...
I know horse
I've ridden
I have touched
I've caressed
I have kissed
I know horse
These pieces
Plastic or paper
These junks are virtual
I don't like virtual.
I love the real ones
The naturals, "
No one hears
They are deaf
They are dumb
I'm not sick
It is not Alzheimer
Dementia...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the real ones, thanks. please read my poems and comment.