Your life is a mess? In every way?
And no sign of change?
Your fault? Or that of others?
Does it matter which, any more?
Tears maybe? Time, then,
for a laugh…
thank your lucky stars –
or whatever or whoever
you might thank, in the unlikely
chance you feel like thanking –
for the freewill that allowed you
to create this lifelong mess..
You’re joking? What a laughable idea!
That’s totally absurd and inappropriate..
go on – laugh at the absurdity of it..
Sleep on it… and if tomorrow morning,
there’s still the echo of your dismissive laughter –
something, a tiny something,
may have lodged in the mind,
saying, it’s not hopeless, not
there, where freewill and laughter
were first thought of..
are first thought of..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Personal power, Miguelito, is a wonderful gift to give yourself. Nice poem...in spite of everything.