how are you today my poem?
are you impatient in the waiting?
you see, i have been too busy
like everybody too, doing what must be
done in this daily routine,
this bread and butter thing
this daily craving for wants and needs
and what the future may bring
this thinking this worrying
about we can eat and sip
and what we can keep
time must have known how
it is trying to kill us with its
quick passing,
you see i am just
nodding my head, and there time
swiftly passes me by, without a word,
an inkling, a warning
i am left with no choice
but to
go home alone
without time as
my companion.
I am tired
my dear poem, but how can i be so rude
not to write you
as you have requested
and as i have promised
my dear poem
i am here. & so
let us now begin.
tonight my dear poem
i may not get the needed sleep
but that will be alright
your servant shall keep writing
the saddest moment with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem