Life is like a light bulb
in the socket of this globe
off and on, on and off
one big, awful glob
starting with a name to call
a picture on a wall in the hall
a child born in a stall
spring, summer, winter, fall
for some a Mardi Gras
for some dreary and dull
a constant seesaw
head, heart, and jaw
wars, wars, and more wars
cars, cars and more cars
gone are the tzars
is there life on Mars?
oil, oil, not enough oil
poison, poison, poison the soil
don’t forget, remember Chernobyl,
Katrina, Darfur, and Abou Grahib
people, people, too many hungry people
How long will it glow?
Will it diminish the woe?
Does it matter if it snows?
Is there food on the stove?
In the end for all
for all in the end too sudden
too sudden, all too sudden
the night is black
groping for the bulb in the darkness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem written by a man who treasures life as much as I do! Well 'spoken' Ben. Love, Fran xx