Never will uphold anger or hatred
Never will sail far to the ocean
Gone the days of pity and sorrow
With the dust on my window
Gone the times of elation
With the termites gobbling
Around the cranial woods
Never will think of self
On the days to consume
I’ll just stand by the fire
To savour the days left to see
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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This is amazing work dear poet...these line near the centre, are priceless! Gone the times of elation With the termites gobbling Around the cranial woods All those rafters need is a bit of assuring up! Great write, final lines, one of my favourite passtimes...staring into the flames somehow reinstates us with our anchestors....so warm and comforting. Smiling at you Tai Smiling at you