This is the real me
For all the world to see
I only pay attention
To what matters, I be
I slip, I fumble, I fall,
I leave my worries, my all
I am now carefree
I am having a ball
Life is too short
To worry when people snort
Find faults, errors
Or rip my bones apart
A lifetime of careful,
Pains, deep and soulful
Often mine, often thine
Made me thus remorseful
Now it is careless whispers
Just before the vespers
In this dotage that
I'm unable to disperse
Salt and water intersperse
As freely flow the tears
Without you near
It only gets worse
You pick on me
You say you see through
And find innocent
Every other he or she
You share with them wine
Thoughts of the universe sublime
They were just for us
While I thought you were mine
I am soaked to skin in devotion
Sensitivity and emotion
Awaiting your one word
To sort out this confusion
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a wonderful poem..10