Twiddling my thumbs
Crossing my arms
Sleeping in a bed
Living in my head
Building a nest
Inviting a guest
Singing a song
Done everything wrong
Going to the dance
Having a romance
Disabled with fears
Crying buckets of tears
Heart of gold
My soul I've sold
Puling my hair
Giving up in despair
Loving my dog
Saving the green frog
Reading a book
Cooking a chook
Seating in the dark
Strolling in the park
Getting old
Nobody to hold
Buried the dead
The living have flied
you have shown how life breeds itself in small simple things we do...... please read my poem called ' Lets Dream ' and CUP OF LIFE........ keep up th egood work
Well, but this is how life goes on for all! Nothing happens, the way we want.We live for the better morrow and should not brood over the sadder, faulty past.Not all can be saints. But certainly, we can do a lot of good and try to be better in the days to come.God is surely with each one of us.Why to worry then? regards, dr john celes
I DIDN'T PAY IT BACK THAT'S LIFE HOPE IT WILL BE PUBLISH IN READERS DIGEST ASIA I NEED CASH NOW SO I WRITE MORE ON STORY THE HUMUROUS AND LAUGHTERS FOR READER'S DIGEST
i like it me personaly could not ryme this much haha i do free verse more lol keep up the good work
'Getting old Nobody to hold Buried the dead The living have flied' Expressed life melodiously. But the last four lines are touching.10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
check 'buried' and 'pulled'. Like the two line rhythm, very smooth. Especially like your 1,2, and 6th phrases... they're something i do constantly.