Ceilings are high,
dealings are nigh,
dialing to none,
fueling no fun.
No sweet bought,
No roses ordered,
No poem written,
no one to meet.
All alone after work,
open channels play tricks,
Beautiful lasses with lads,
Happy hours and ceremonies.
Call the forgotten loved ones,
to make them happy as they may be alone.
We do not have to be alone,
we do not have to keep the secrets,
we do not have to be sad,
we do not have to be modern.
Talk to your loved ones,
who are always free to talk,
to their loved ones,
under any circumstances...
ceilings are high,
Let it be. Don't look at it.
Dealings are nigh,
Let it be. Can finish it later.
Sometimes it's better to be alone than to actually be around people.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
message with a grand style is enjoyable.