The day that I met nothing
Is a day straight out of time
For each mind was kindly thinking
The other writes sublime
Reminded of the tone the way the tongue it sounds
I’m glad the day that I met nothing
The gladness knows no bounds.
The ballad of a thin man
Came chanting down the lines
A memory of the past
Comes tapping in these rhymes
The day that I met nothing
Just blew the mind away
And the tones of Mr. Jones
Came haunting back today.
Something may be happening
I could guess what it may be
But the day that I meet nothing
Is still a mystery
For the day that I meet nothing
I’m not sure when that will be
For the day that I know nothing
Is the day that I'll be free
reading in total admiration. You have a unique way to express yourself and whatever you decide to write about - even nothing...well done
Interesting poem with a touch of satire......good write Wojja
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very provocative. This one has its charm. Musical rhymes.10, for you. Kind regards, Sandra