Breathing deeply
the night hours pass
until snug in the ageing palm
of dawn
a nevoid fireball
bleary-eyed and belly full
bounces and bobs
on yesterday's wounds;
leaving me crowing
and breathing deeply
the taunting tang
of another crackerjack day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
everyday is a new life...............think about it wisely.............do not waste it.....even an ounce...............