My art will always be
A work in progress
There are many parts to be seasoned
There are many parts to be refined
I write for ordinary people
Those who eat normal food
Wear simple, comfortable dresses
Return home in the evening
To have dinner with their families
People who love, quarrel, shout
And then make-up
Live ordinary lives
And die unknown
Without leaving footprints on the sands of time
I write for people like me
Ruta, With this poem, your name is marked for ALL time! ! ! I rate a 10, and I have added it to MyPoemList.
Thank you so much Darwin! Your comments have given me much encouragement. Have a blessed life!
In ordinary to see the extra-ordinary, your poems try to reach those that leave no footprints on the sands of time. And they do.
Read a few of your poems. Very poetic you are Your voice is as smooth as your feelings.
and your poetry shows it, ruta—it's accessible—you invite people in—and i like it. on the last two lines, is anyone unknown to God? -glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ruta, such a heartwarming poem...10++++