Sometimes,
In the morning when it rains.
The Sun shines,
And I forget what aches and pains.
Sometimes,
In the morning when it rains.
I go outside not to get wet.
But start walking.
Sometimes,
When I feel stuck in a rut.
In my mind,
I try not to get messed up.
And at those times,
I don't think about that stuff.
So I got outside,
Talking to myself and walking.
Sometimes,
In the morning when it rains.
The Sun shines,
And I forget what aches and pains.
Sometimes,
In the morning when it rains.
I go outside not to get wet.
But start walking.
Sometimes,
When I get those aches and pains,
Knowing they may come from brain strain...
Whether or not in the rain,
Just to be walking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love how your stanzas communicate in a progressive manner....