I weep for a world of shiny cars
Rejoice in a world of slums
I smile in bars with Dharma Bums
each voice as unique and lonely as a star.
-January 4th,2013-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I thoroughly enjoyed this write and the sentiments are as mine. Woe the materialist and relish the realist reaching over his pint with tall tales and soft tears. Bravo a fine piece which made me smile. Tyvm. Karen Beautiful word portrait.