Alone under a tree, a vision comes to me
People will look at me, with satisfaction I can see
I will smile back at them, whoever they may be
Until we smile all along, smiling happily
I walk towards home with a pen in my hand
Scribbled all the thoughts that come to my mind
Till the stars in the sky, appear, then out of sight
Tomorrow and onwards continue I will write
That was many years ago, cause now I am old
My works are accepted, that is I was told
As I sit in my chair, with my hair growing white
People look at me with a smile in their hearts
Though now I am about to bid farewell to the world
I have no regrets, It's my time to be called
I will leave feeling glad with a smile on my lips
Thankful for the happines, I was able to give.
How amazing that we can learn so much from others. I can feel the pulse of giving and sharing pounding through your poem This is what sets a poet and a master apart. I applaude you. Well done Naida
How amazing that we can learn so much from others. I can feel the pulse of giving and sharing pounding through your poem This is what sets a poet and a master apart. I applaude you. Well done Naida
How beautiful is it when too strangers share warmth with a smile? so beautiful!
Beautifully written, nice flow of words and thought. Every poets dream you express. It's such a beautiful write.10+++
Beautifully written.. this poem expresses every poets vision...! .as its is said poets has dual life after death..one in the heavens and the other in the works left behind....
A very enjoyable poem and it sums up how all us poets would like to be remembered. Well done!
That is every poet's dream and vision. This is a very good poem. I like it. It flows almost like a song.
Very nice..a very dignified vision a vision of a true poet..a poet with a big heart.. really nice.... really inspiring...pls do read my ' A Poet's Aim, A Poet's Dream' You're like a silent river Naid....
Wonderful poem. There is no need for improvements apart from that you continue to write. Each poet's style is unique and they way theywrite is how they define themselves. -Continue spreading your words of truth around the world =D
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful thoughts on writing, growing old and the sentiments one leaves behind. nice to see a kababayan here on poemhunter :)