My hair is light sky blue,
and my eye's are deep brown.
What does that say to you? ,
Please don't look at me and frown.
Well, my head is in the clouds,
my eye's, are focused on earth.
I do not wear any shrouds,
And my life is full of mirth.
When my head comes back to earth,
and my eye's look at the sky.
I wonder about my birth,
and ask a lot of questions, Why?
Why? , is not such a blur,
it's always the same answer.
We are all here to learn,
if not, you get another turn.
what time were you up there? ...i was there too! ! ! ...i looked around but didnt see you! ! ....oh ho! ! ! ...the Himalayas blocked my view! ! ! ...lol...love...nalini...beautiful poem, Dave
Dave, don't remove your head from the clouds.. you write so finely from up there! Philosophical indeed... t x
Hey, this is deep and philosophical, Dave. So you have your head up in the clouds? I think all of us poets do, at some time or another. And we are always learning, too. A great poem, a deviation from your usual humourous poetry, but it shows that you are able to write serious stuff, too. I like this one. Love, Fran the Fan xx
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I would like to translate this poem
Dave...ahhhh yes..Karma...Get it right...or come back as a dog...or toad...or mosquito...maybe. Lovely poem...I think you figured out the meaning of life Dave! Hugs, Dee