The humdrum beats its booming dirge,
Matching my pulse,
Both of them loud and unheard,
Even to me.
It's today again.
And tomorrow's today again,
Advancing to the humdrum,
But never gaining ground.
Singing like a moonlit graveyard
And shining like a pit.
Dancing with the ease of mountains
And taking no-one's hand.
that's so happy and nice to see. I like it to the end. good luck & thanks for sharing ur own thoughts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Kevin. The beat of the humdrum is heard by so many. and I'm sure you will find many will relate to this one very well indeed. Regards Dave T