another year gone by,
with the feast set upon the table,
n the family bridges itself
n i become intoxicated..
beers, developing themselves into
fake in plastic smiles...
n realy we wish we were anywhere else...
Not wanting to build into this house of cards...
where by the end of the night
the last fake smile
topples..
n we all fall down..........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good poem... looks beyond the veil of appearances, and speaks the truth!