I walk and talk and sing
I wonder over everything
I talk the talk
And walk the walk
I sit here and my clock goes ping
I know that I now must fling
My life upon these kings
The kings of kings and awful things
This life of mine it is a bust
As I know that death it is a must
But one knows not when it comes
Thus we sit here and twiddle or thumbs
My T.V. was my only friend
Thus I was going round the bend
But great solace did I find
In poetry of all kind
In the words that were writ
Words of cunning words of whit
And now in the words that I write down
My pain and emotions can be found
Prostrate upon the dusty ground
No hope or joy can there be found
But in the heart of the one you love
Hope and joy take flight like a dove
And this my message to you all
Go out, be happy, have a ball
And walk and talk and sing
And wonder over everything
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem