Looking at the keyboard
realizing that I'm now bored.
There's no one to talk to
and I don't know what to do
I'm here sitting, steady as a rock
and my eyes looking all around like a ticking clock.
I wish my friend will show up
then we'll have a talk
about things like wine and cup
Or have a dog and we could walk
under the moon and stars
Or If I can, I would go to Mars.
So I decided to write this poem
of how I was bored now.
With this poem, it test my wisdom
on creating a poem and allowing
me to destroy my boredom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good try...Kathrine Arines)