I became friends with myself
what a day that was!
Now its time for celebration
should I dance, should I sing, roll around
or maybe write
~ sitting on a green, green grass
with the sun beaming down
burning my skin
the lady bug doesn't seem to mind
her dots are pretty, I like them
she made friends with the butterfly
they're sitting together
playing.
So I walked the streets alone
day and night
couple people passed by here and there
~I forgot who I was
only a spark remained
I felt it
somewhere in far corner of my imagination
It is funny when you think about it
I live with myself all the time
I have no other choice, do I
even if my mind likes to drift
and believe me it does many times
to some distance places I never even heard of, well never mind
~ nickle for your thoughts,
can I buy my own!
I wish I could sell
sell it on a flee market
maybe not
who wants to buy
empty book
~I can't help but laugh
the book is well written
the print tiny in some chapters
but it grabs you
you may need glasses
bifocals, yeah definitely!
even if you don't need them
I recommend you do
you will need them
I may have misspelled some words along the way
but still
fine print is good
I don't care about the cover
not at all
so what else you want to know
the nickle fell from my packet.
I didn't pick it up
kept walking
....what a wonderful life!
..ahhhhhh
Discovering a most trusted hand at the end of your own arm or dancing to the sublime melodies of your own breath and blood ah.... the waltz with most trusted moves
The truism here is how many of us hate ourselves. A friend of oneself can always count on that friend in time of need. Beautiful uplifting poem. A dime for your thoughts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks! How beautifully put.