Let it rain.
I won't complain.
I'll stay in bed,
Warm and dry,
And let the day wash away
As I hide
From friends
From deadlines
From myself
From time.
Let it march on.
I will promise to catch up.
And maybe I will.
Or maybe I will slip out of sync.
Maybe I can find a slower flow
With rivulets that turn back
Or whirlpools that spin
So I need not leave behind
The times my mind
Wishes to cling to.
Even if all must move
Even if there are no still pools
There must be a way to stay,
To swim in place
Until my limbs weary
And my mind clears
And my soul agrees to float
Once again the way fate must take me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have given me an inkling of empathy for apathy. Nicely done. Danny.
Thanks for commenting Danny :)