Read My Lips Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Read my lips

Went in to come again.

With the bowl and plate
Came, returned, prepared.

Food ready, on table
Called the guests, invited:
"Is ready to be served…"

Sat, waited and waited,
No body attended!

Somebody had fed them,
With simple, up to date
Both cheaper and modern.

"Always late have been and
Always late will remain…"
Sighed the cook who hosted
The kids and beloveds…

That is me in writing
And filming, and talking
And telling stories…

When I feel am ready
To tell the stories
In writing, orally,
Face a world around me
Different, totally
With newer, modern!

I sigh and tell myself:
"To grow, be star,
Ignore the galaxies."

Always late I have been,
And so, always will be
Unless learn to adopt:
"Live like desert-husks
And live on single drops."