I'm good at waking up
Feeling the morning blues
Sleeping in so damn late
Until morning is gone
I'm good at dragging my ass
All through Tuesday afternoon
Can't remember Monday night
Memory's a little light
I'm good at wasting Wednesday
Half busted at working man's blues
Slouched on that damn couch
Waiting for that touch
I'm good at feeling the blues
Loneliness of life touched by hues
My colour blindness now sighting me
To God's oneness of humanity
It's sometimes good to feel the blues. But not for too long! Thank you for reading and commenting.
So many shades and moods get reflected in the poem. The Poet's Notes give it further weight and meaning. Thanks for sharing this interesting poem. The concluding lines are profound. My colour blindness now sighting me To God's oneness of humanity
Rajnish, thank you so very much for your insightful and very positive feedback. Greatly appreciated! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well to me as you said I take this way, not a parody but a true scene of many people thus I may not laughed insanely just some smiles... We sometimes are just to busy with life and we tried to cure empty time without beibg restless, abused by the feeling of many flavors.. I do love the way you write and the contents.. Thanks, n I do feel this sometimes.
Soul, sometimes it's good to laugh at our little idiosyncrasies. But I see far too many people just wasting their lives. Just biding their time. Such a waste! I hope I can get through to them. Thank you for your insights and kind words.