I made a deal with Time:
I'd poem badly
if it'd stop its bad stuff happening.
I'd give my happiness for that.
I was thick as wood:
it quickly used up all my joy,
then everyone else's.
All we got out of the deal was bad poetry;
there was no noticeable change to the good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
is it pretty worry you from within unless you write it to be calm? if I get the meaning..... in this regard I request you if you wish to read my poem Idotic Poem....it may seems similar....l may be totally wrong.. .thanks.