Change person's speech
Don't address him by name
And once in awhile you'll create
A corridor of silence that looks
Like a field of sweet, green lawns.
We know your beautiful voices
So close it will split apart,
Like fingerprints left on a wall.
One by one they'll disappear,
But, like waves, then you'll find
Of a pure energy, that it travels
So easily along different paths.
Scattered along those paths
A sound from one is like a champagne cork
But if you're hungry for so much more
It ends and you'll start again.
Ask, "Where did you go? " and believe me
You won't have to say a word.
To prove that change can be done,
Do something one of the hardest things
You can ever do: Write a letter.
***
I 'm anti-rose-colored memories
Then they all swell together.
One thing I keep hearing
Is, "When I was young, I was good."
"Then I grew up."
I 'm one of those guys who doesn't read much.
So I don't know if any of these seem true.
Or, if you think about this long enough,
Maybe you'll realize that there are shades to be found.
I 'm 80, though I 'm a master.
Don't be surprised when you hear my age.
My ears and mouth still work like they did
In high school.
Plus, I 'm the only one who can read.
***
Like everybody else I love
A night stroll, still on my beat.
My ears perk up when I hear the birds sing.
A long, warm breath that falls when I smell the roses.
***
Do not associate me with a certain future.
You want it now, But in time it'll come
As a brilliant storm blows through,
Like it did back in the day.
Be patient, or it'll come and go.
Help for a price.
***
When our infatuation wanes
Well, we're free.
Acknowledge it then and finally let go.
***
Ask how long I've been free.
What time we need to hurry.
With time running out.
Want a little more.
Don't be late.
***
I'm not dead yet,
And a few days may give you a painful surprise.
But do keep breathing
Though some days may be slow.
There are days when I feel like all bets are off.
Then I get up to face the day.
Don't close your eyes.
I 'm 80, though I 'm a master. Don't be surprised when you hear my age. My ears and mouth still work like they did In high school. Plus, I 'm the only one who can read. a very fine poem. love, Do not wait, Do not expect. tony
beautiful poem penned on the alone psychology; sometimes the loneliness comes as the blessings if there the alone one lives with full of self satisfaction, sometimes the change comes as the full of happiness if there the changed one knows him/herself fully and can adopt any situation naturally otherwise it will the unhappiness of heII.......deserves 5****
Ask how long I've been free. What time we need to hurry. With time running out. Want a little more. Don't be late.......changing comes by naturally, if it's not by that then there happens something good or bad; as lonely in the corridor the changed heart never feel good if it lives alone; whatever the world is our we need to change ourselves by inside into good.....well feelings crafted on the corridor of silence....
Different paths of life! ! Growing up; Going through many things. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a beautiful start, Yury E. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks