I had not always been one considered,
To make good decisions with a wisdom done.
Nor in my youthful exuberance spent,
Adventuring blindly cause trouble for anyone.
But aging has a way of delaying thoughtless actions.
And no longer do I re-act with my head detached,
From my heart.
Since false starts to do as fast aren't so quick to recover.
Not today when I pray my feet and legs wont remain aching,
As I pretend my humming in public...
Will sustain a pain I would rather groan alone at home.
Owe ooh....ahhh...kla...Ohmahh. Hmmm...
'That's from South Pacific isn't it?
I recognize a few bars you began to sing of 'Oklahoma'.'
Oh! Yes.
I didn't realize you were listening.
For some reason I am overcomed,
With a rendition of that song when it begins to rain.
'I can tell you were really in to it before you began to hum.
Does the rocking back and forth help to keep the rhythm?
With the rubbing of your knees? '
Yes.
You have no idea.
'Myself?
Whenever it begins to rain,
I enjoy, 'Tomorrow' from Annie.
You know it? '
I do...but...
I'm not quite feeling 'that' one, today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem