Just feel full of fear.
Time for that cold beer.
Find a friend with big ears.
Wont cring at my fears.
Cimb into that nest high.
After a few, then that sigh.
What keeps this liquid cold.
Drinking fast and not too slow.
Crazy how life just goes.
That guys got a funny nose.
Onward the march of day.
Over the bar, another days pay.
What can I do but cry.
So its time to say goodbye.
great scratch, this one could be hanging in any bar that has a dart board.
though its pain to say i will go... but the truth is real... leaving is something that we can't stop....remembering is always to feel.... a feeling that still you are love ..... at time i know iam afraid of time to come.. yet i feel so strong after i read your poem.... thank you... and more power
nay all the shelters and sanctuaries are there, in poetry and writing, well done cheers Shimon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
though i do not agree to the whole poem.... it is nice to read another poem of yours.... looking to the penning, it is fine...