I lost the joy of music
My resources were all spent
I don’t think I really miss it
And I don’t care where it went
Sometimes you must take stock
Re-assess what really counts
Check what lucky stars remain
And tot up the amount
I saw my best star flicker
Wink at me and die
But I like to think that somewhere
A new star flashed in the sky.
I thinketh my eye doth cast Upon a new star bright I see that light ascend so high With a 'reassessment' done To return 'The Joy of Music' Since this frees the soul where it comes from. Great stuff!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful, amazing last stanza.