I loved riding my
bike as a child. It offered
me a new world view.
I was fast and free.
Then we put cards in the spokes,
and I motorcycled.
I cut corners like
a politician and wore
aviator glasses...
I could have passed my
driving test, last year - but nooo
- for once - I was chill.
I'm sure the trauma
of my laziness will scar
me, but - maybe not.
Sometimes I'm
SO resilient that people
think me uncaring.
Warning: People may
be far more emotional
than they might appear.
Uncaring? Not at all...laziness can be defined as not motivated because of a lack of substance of worth....that being the face, it is best to wait for inspiration.....nice poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Top poem from such young (y) ears.