In The Name Of Papers Poem by robinson michael
In The Name Of Papers
A man of any world
bears a label in his heart
''A hault is not my part''
a say on his label so bright
All over from the start
the truth never rips apart
his back can tell the fact
hands too, lay it all flat
bitter feelings in his wounds
sour feelings in his bruises
clinged to the wallet stress
which drives tears down his cheeks
There are no more options
so, he simply dips
his head into troubled seas
full of worries and anxieties
all that he thinks
all that he has
all that he does
is in the name of papers.
This a brilliantly written poem, that describes a man at the end of his rope, but yet continues on with life knowing very well the futility of it. This a poem many can relate at times. Please keep writing them.
There are no more options so, he simply dips his head into troubled seas full of worries and anxieties all that he thinks all that he has all that he does is in the name of papers Thank you for inviting me to read your poems, Robinson. I hope you don't mind me picking out a passage I like. I just enjoyed the way it comes across, the sincerity and truth of your lines. I imagine they sound the way you speak.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 11:27:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
It's a great poem! ! I like it! !