Sitting On The Fence Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
Sitting On The Fence
I am sitting on the fence
With the sun burning my hair
And screaming 'Get up! '
'Do some shit'
But I stare into the distance
Frozen with half-tears in my eyes
Then, the clouds pour the rain
Over my head
Yelling 'C'mon'
But I am still staring without a word
Finally, after a long day, I get off the fence
And take my cross
The fence will always be there
But I am not sure if I'll be
Though, night is coming
Fence sitters are opportunists…..they don't take decisions but enjoy the result. This poem is not so simple, it has a inordinate philosophical depth! Your "I" is certainly someone else. You expression, "the fence will always be there but I am not sure…" needs far-reaching introversion!
To get there at the right time is what we all wait for, Hopeful poem. I liked it.5****
Fence will be there always.Good thought reflected in nice words.
The fence will always be there.Great write and great philosophy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/26/2024 2:53:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Amazing! Really amazing