Tears You Dont Have Time For Poem by Eric Cockrell
Tears You Dont Have Time For
the bruised face
with chaptered eyes,
you change the baby....
coffee, no breakfast.
pick up the bottles,
empty the ashtrays....
brush your hair,
try to hide
the telling color....
and off to work.
9.50 an hour,
amid the whispers....
to you, love is a battlefield,
a baby's cry, ... and tears
you dont have time for.
An immense song. Amid the hubbub of life, this is music. Great stuff Eric.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 1:21:21 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Yeah i found this like a rhythmic songs too...It was written in solid form..solid as stone but easily disperse in head so easy form :) Nice writing Eric_Unwritten Soul