The rain won't stop
but the poet
keeps his pen moving
typing into an old keyboard
once went to college
the days of gold
green lawns
and easy living
student studio apartments
as is life would
last forever
painting
poetry
coffee drinking
papers
assignments
everyone an intellectual
and once you get out
you scream and shout
back into a raggedy economy
eating the soup
cup of soup
cannot pay back the loans
right now
but he keeps his pen moving
once went to college
with green lawns
hope for a future
that was obtainable
but now it is raining
with a heart straining
have to change one's plans
have to work
with working hands
building a new
God-given plan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem