I’ve sat for lunch
On sunny afternoons
With a blond woman
I didn’t become as acquainted with
As well as I would have liked to,
But that’s ok, I’ve sat alone
And miserably lost
Quite often as well.
My life isn’t a dream,
Many men have it better.
My life isn’t a nightmare,
I should fear and cry more for others
Than for myself.
I think I’ll go to a Hindu Temple
And breathe in the fragrance
Of flowers and incense.
I have noticed that men can't lie too well in poetry Uriah! I believe you darling and take a breath for me please, off to lar lar reality land, Another beauty, Tai
A true poem speaks to the sensitive soul and touches the receptive heart of its readers. This is a true poem. Kindest regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Go to Hindu temple- have some peace mind, get blessing from god, donate to charity the list of things u can do in atemple goes on, i am going to visit one tomorrow.