I'm scrubbing clean the floor,
mopping up untruths.
Removing all the emptiness,
that I just took from you.
Cleaning anything unpure,
wiping any lent.
Knowing more our less for sure,
I've broken all that's bent.
One or less untearful eye,
searching peace for sleep.
Not to care once has I did,
For what I cannot keep.
You meant once so much more to me,
all that space could share.
But true how time does change a man,
his needs,
his wants,
His cares...
Those last lines say so much. Great you have survived and moved on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truly, man changes with time and need Keeping the heart stable is the trial of life