Streetlights from Red to Green
Or me feeling like Eighteen
Someone that never goes Out
Or in India the long Drought
Something's never Change
The world keeps turning Around
A Girl coming off the Rebound
The Bus that Always comes Late
Also that Job you Hate
The water that drips from the Tap
In the afternoons a long Nap
The Cat that sits on your Lap
It is Strange
Somethings never Change
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem David. I like when things become so routine you can count on them. :) Sincerely, Mary