Running jumping and dashing through the woods
over and under left to right
there is no escape it is growing near
what to do its almost here
I toss I turn I wake up and hear my alarm clock and I fear
am I late am I late
dammit I just missed my date
the first one in weeks months ok even years
what to do what to do should I call should I write
cry I might
its been so long since the chance to hold hand in hand
walking in copper song and dance
laughter and smiles
only in the movies
never for me
do I fear to find another date
in this year
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a movement and rhythmic flow to this piece Adam. So well done and had me reading with strict attention all the way to the end, which was a good punch line. A ten from me best wishes from Fay.