Little time
to concentrate on words I write.
Sure wish
I had more time.
Have somewhat of an urge.
I mean,
I want to put down words,
but don’t know which ones.
I need more time to decide,
more time than I’ve got.
Now that I have the time to concentrate,
I can’t.
Seems I lost the thought
and concentration I began with.
Along with that,
the urge disappeared too.
Now I just want to
finish what I started.
Hate to leave
my words half said and done.
So, I put pressure on my brain
and force the phrases to appear in print.
Perhaps in time,
I’ll be able to complete my thoughts
with the time I’ve got.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem