It's the heart that beats
its incessant tune
will it ever give in
at the change of the moon?
As our limbs succumb
to a leaden fatigue
and our minds obey
an empowering league,
it's the have-more plan
that was laid in our cots,
and humane is the word
of forget-me nots.
You are one of the most talented poets I have read on the internet or otherwise. You can truly write verse with ease on very wide ranging subjects. Look forward to reading ALL your poems posted on the web.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beyond all pains, the humane sticks to our soul, and offers appreciation. Thanks, great poem. Angie