Why don't you see me hanging in the streets?
Or at the local clubs,
Milling through a crowd of people...
With a drink or two,
And having small talk with those I meet.
Why don't you see me socializing,
And sitting around?
Discussing who is still living.
And who has moved out of town?
And when you do see me...
I appear to have peace of mind,
With no complaints to share.
Or fresh gossip to spare to toss around.
Why is it that I seem to have something to do...
And less time to find to moan and whine?
I don't know!
I've heard I am crazy!
Lazy and unmotivated!
I hope that's what you've heard too.
I would hate to ruin my reputation.
It would be devastating for me,
To discover that wasn't true!
Love this poem...well written throughout....really does bring a picture to my mind...thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice and well written. Loved it