Somewhere, someone matching me
Walking by but not just here
May be some day the doorbell rings
Nursing hope to ease the soul
Souls will meet where roads will cross
Two it takes to walk the way
Two it takes to share the work
Two it takes to share the wine
Gym and jogging, keep on moving
Soaking sweat, intense work out
Cooling down the burning flame
Loosing time in locker room
Active life with art and plays
Women network, ladies club
Evening class and Sunday choir
Squeezing time as substitute
One we are, my work and me
Ostrich stress an easy route
Borrowed time for taking turns
Wasted waiting line detour
Opera soap is cleansing grey
From daily muddle normal days
The box’ luring luxury life
A virtual glimpse of stolen glee
Virtual world is world as well
Crystal clear to groggy mind
Brilliant thoughts are flowing free
Far away from real world
To escape by laying gives
some peace to restless mind
Her helper through the night
Will bring a cast of thought
Why here, me, at this point in time
Stuck in splendid solitude
Tied to roots at twosome town
Far from pulse and meeting place
A string of hope for time to catch
Mr. Right is running fast
Away from singly cobra bite
Time and temper have to match
Bewildered helmsman reckless ship
Her twosome dream is heading wreck
And left alone on Christmas Eve
On Birthdays, Paydays, Maydays
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
time and temper have to match, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.