It was a hard day in the world,
I'm just hoping for seclusion,
please leave me alone,
but, I harbor no illusions - - -
It is a not much different feeling,
than the one when I arise,
that is... before I greet the world,
and put on my disguise!
Why is it that we play the games we play?
- - - before we pay the price that we must pay,
when there are those that have so little,
and love it every day?
Barry...Is this one from the archives? It carries some very deep thoughts... Hugs, Dee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Barry, I've just been going thorough some of your poems again...and this one struck me. You refer to disguise...and I wonder about that... Hugs, Dee