December’s dull and dreary days.
Seem to pass by much more slowly
than summer days: We have to face
this is the sad reality.
The shorter days do not move fast.
Although we would expect them to
Instead they seem intent to last
so much longer than they ought to.
Although we know it is not true.
Time seems to slow its even pace
to us it really seems to do.
The way we feel shows on each face.
Nobody sports a cheerful grin
as if to smile would be a sin
5-Dec-08 http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nobody? Sweetheart, I'm consistently smiling as if I've won the lottery! (Which in many ways I have) . But oh... what a true piece indeed. Bit like being on the London tube. :) t x