The Elephant Poem by Zyw Zywa

Why have I suffered
woven all my tapestries
that have been disposed of
after a while
or otherwise, are decaying?

The cherry blossoms are falling
see how early they fall
they snow in the night
I would like to cry

.....Where have the times gone
.....when the tapestries were woven
.....which are decaying?

Comthreads are swimming
across my eyes, my body
aches, I do not want anymore

.....Where have the times gone
.....when the tapestries were woven
.....which are decaying?

I am the elephant
in the middle of my room
never mind, nothing is wrong!

.....Where have the times gone
.....when the tapestries were woven
.....which are decaying?

The children are talking
softly past me, all together
at the same time