Becoming one of the people,
slowly but surely, their culture
is seeping into me, once so in awe
of a breathtaking scene, now taken for granted,
just another Wednesday for me
When you meet someone, just once
it can all be so cordial,
smiles and politness at each one´s disposal,
meeting again, maybe you´re friends,
but over and over, they´re a voice
behind your shoulder as you pass by their way,
and it´s just another Wednesday
Learning the ways to get through the days,
to live without shoes, see life in different hues,
but once it´s normal, the days are all formal,
much like the life to be left, that´s now far away,
there´s not much you can say,
then it´s just another Wednesday
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Maybe Thursday will be better.: -) Nice write, Timmy