I just want to say
I think of you most every day
Whether you hear from me, or not.
Wish I could break away,
A full plate's keeping me at bay.
I'm in a bit of a tight spot.
Wish I were free to play,
Miss you more than I can convey.
I'm in the grip of duty caught.
But there will come a day
When I can finally say, hooray!
My chores are done. Come here, big shot!
But there will come a day When I can finally say, hooray! My chores are done. Come here, big shot! ... Yes free time must come...thanks
A very astute comment, Louis. Sometimes they don't recognise that they are missing it, until it is absent. Then, they notice. Thank you for your keen observation!
The person you are missing is very lucky indeed. At least they are remembered and not forgotten. Very nice.
Thank you, Ray. Hopefully, men recognise when they are thought of, and know that they are lucky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
" But there will come a day...When I can finally say, hooray! " HOORAY to you on this poem. Th.x P.
Thank you, Thomas, for your " hooray" , and for becoming a new fan! : -)