Is it worth being a Poet?
Dreaming on while others live,
Is it worth writing 'You know it'
When 'knowing' hardly does exist?
Is it worth hunting the drizzle?
That becomes the morning dew,
And evaporates so quickly,
As the sizzling Sun comes thru.
Is it worth that I should love you?
When you know not my sad name,
Is life worth living without you?
In a static, nameless frame.
Is it worth the thoughts I've given?
To love, life and the mundane,
Wish I'd never, ever seen you!
Life will never be the same.
Is it worth being a Poet?
Running from Reality,
Changing all that is around you,
Into Dreams that cannot be!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Is it worth being a Poet? / Dreaming on while others live, ' good point, Sandra but why 'Never facing Reality, ' ? Also a poet - now and then- needs to face what the Real World is.. :) Greetings from Italy and thanks for sharing your lyrics Fabrizio