So much to think about
in this head of mine.
Sometimes it makes me dizzy.
It takes too much of my time.
The words come in on every day
and I place them on a page.
When I write them as they come
I feel how much I age.
But never do I complain or fret
nor ever ask just why
I can't remove this pen from my hand
for then the thoughts would die.
They'd die inside this head of mine
and never see the light of day.
So dizziness and too much time
I guess won't go away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, there is amazing imagery and rhyming here! Many don't feel right if they don't write :) hehe. Btw, this is great! Titi