Laughing at myself, always enter ATM card the wrong way,
look at the illustration and never understand, my dad says
he suffers the fear of death when faced with the machine,
I inherited it from him, his aversion to heat also,
he has his own fan, a tornado
Very satisfied with life, got a dentist, an eye care specialist all
lined up, a hairdresser to change my feathers into hair, the
drain is fixed, the grass cut, I’ve been all over town, visited
the library, got nine books, bought two Peter Cheyney’s
and a CD from a surprise box there
The Swingin’ Sixties, Sandie Shaw, Petula Clark, Walking Back
To Happiness – this is what I’m doing today, walking into the
joy of a new beginning…
each day holds those joys of new beginnings even in just ordinary activities perceived differently, great poem :)
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I would like to translate this poem
a vivid picture painted with its best emotional blends. a blessed n magical touch of your poet could produce a collage with simple illustration.........rgrds/salu