What Kind Of Fool Am I Poem by Jocelyn Dunbar

To marry a man like you, sleeping in life,
Wasting your time playing on the computer every day,
I wasted my effort and time on useless and dead life.

The beautiful love, care, and affection I gave you
Nothing to bear but hurt and pain;

You buried in yourself for old fashion century way;
Past, present, future, pretending you don't even care,

I ask myself many times, what's wrong with you,
But I haven't got an answer to my question,
Because you are hiding a lot of things,
Everything inside of yourself.

You sleep, eat, playing in front of the computer every day
With useless games,
Cannot give any good things,
Cannot carry on the other side of life,
No meaning to the beauty of life.

You neglect that you have someone,
Alive not manikin:
I have emotions, feeling,
Mind to think of things; more life, open and free

What kind of fool am I,
To choose you in my life,
To live with you without life,
Without sense and meaning
Without purposes of every day.

What kind of fool am I,
To love you but don't deserve to love.

What kind of fool am I?

© Jocelyn Dunbar
17 June 2007
8: 03 AM