Last And Least Poem by Hiroshi Satow

Last And Least



We always praise
The first star of the evening,
And usually not
The second light of the night,
And never ever,
Let alone notice,
The last beam in the dead of the night.

I'm the last to shine,
And first to die,
A transient joy,
A passing love,
Or a fleeting wish,
That no child sees,
No man knows,
And no one cares.

My life.

Friday, May 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Douglas Scotney 01 May 2015

very humble, Hiroshi..

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Hiroshi Satow 01 May 2015

Thank you, Douglas. When I write a poem, I'm very often a melancholy guy. I'm not such a person in my daily life. I feel as if I were depressed just while writing. It's kind of a mystery in my life.

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