A steadiness elusive
A gypsy being free
A sight for these sore eyes
A feverish foolish dream
Where is the balanced soul
Where is the eagle eye
Beyond the practiced poet
Where does the answer lie
I am bored with psycho-babble
I have heard it all before
No more peering out the window
No more waiting by the door
Such a shame to look so long
Such a crime to waste more time
Let me whistle down the alley
Let the world sing Auld Lang Syne.
Let me whistle down the alley. In your feverish foolish dream. Just brilliant. Thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes an excellent poem Edmund- I can relate And the photo is perfect.