It's a funny joke... ha ha...
but it hurts
without laughter.
Half a head
Half a heart
Half a man;
too much to
not understand.
It is true
what a prophet has said,
the future is uncertain, and
the end is always near.
Still there must be something more
in the passing days
than merely fear.
We lose what we learn
from time and travail; and yet
still we cling to this radical hope,
though head and heart may fail.
Everybody does have their dues to pay,
but the way out is free, and is going
the other way.
If we are born, it means we are going to die, it's what we do with the time that we have what counts. A great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting and quite a thought I wonder you may be right. A poem which seems on the surface simple but the more I read the more complex the images. Half baked it was not. Ironic that I wrote a poem called half. weird! ! ! ! Good write.