How Much Is Much Poem by me poet yeps poet
How Much Is Much
How much can we sleep
the day the night
's sad news
takes the life of me
Sunday I normally sleep late
but a rare voice called out at me
wake up it's Sunday
the country can't sleep
6 a.m
Corona makes all weep
why now remember 1918
for that time's calamity
human beings in 100 years
did nothing
Memory is short lived
Come listen to me
enjoy today
for tomorrow we may
may not be
fly about like a honey bee
enjoy honey so sweet
let's call it May day
every body
Come sing with me
HIGH ALL no one reads when the UNREAD list is long so I need to take a break GUYS GALS FRIENDS SO LONG
A poetess asked me to accompany her as I had said do sing for all at Niagara Glad you enjoyed the beat the viruses heart will bleat and will die of the cold if not the heat
A sad poem, reality clad. But that hangs on to life with hope and some happiness yet to be had. Thank you. Wishing you some May joy too.
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/7/2024 2:08:11 PM # 1.0.0.1119
now PH is ensuring all living poets keep missing from the QUICK LINKS PPME also now gone with the wind or was it PH's tsunami