Out of work, Not much of a future
My life seems to be for the birds
Got no specials skills, life’s in the sewer
The only thing I can do is “words”
It’s what I do to try to feel complete
I belong to that useless fraternity of nerds
I have naught to offer but to sit in this seat
The only thing I can do is “words”
Too much time on my hands
Or even what’s worse
twiddling’ rubber bands
And makin’ silly verse
My wife’s on my case
To bring home the bacon
She’s not real happy
with the money I’m not makin’
I’m unable to alliterate like I certainly should
I can’t cut and I can’t paste
I’m getting’ so’s I can backspace pretty good
Yet I’m feelin’ like a total waste
Cause the only thing I do good is words
There ain't nothing wrong, with the words of a Man - Whose heart, he doth pour out in Rhyme, It lifts up his Soul, the best way it can, 'cos The written word - it works, every time. He can write all his sorrows, and happiness too... and No-one, will know who he be.... For I promise, that each written word that you write, Will remain, a safe secret, with me. : -) I like the Poem you wrote very much, and I am sure it relates to many a silent heart!
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I would like to translate this poem
... and you certainly do words well.