Walk to peace in the evening
And to death and life
And the glowing neon lights.
Well on.
And one will be sick
Because he was prone to sickness in the world.
And it may get him through the outside
Or the inside. Whichever.
But all shall be well.
Well..... all shall be made well.
The proceedings and circumstances
That was there and would
Tie one down.... in health and materials.
To sigh and recollect and say
Nothing to show
And my life is over. Huh!
And tired but still got to go to work
And so on.
To the acute amount of dosage
That would make him well.
Of medicine from the pharmacy
Or from the great nothing
The great void that.....
Makes him sit down and wonder still.
That clears one's afternoon drowsiness
To have a cup of tea late at night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem