he planned a more productive life
he thinks about the government
and how the years so quickly fly
and why the world lacks common sense
he rarely ventures out these days
he listens to the ticking clock
and only rises from his chair
when morbid neighbors come to knock
they come to do a wellness check
they come to see if has died
but long ago he passed away
for years he has been zombiefied
there was no need to bury him
he kept on moving through the years
concocting poems from the kitchen
well seasoned by despair and tears
that's not to say he never smiled
he knew that things would turn out fine
if life's a joke he came to believe
the laugh comes with the final line
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful poem and its fullest meaning is beyond our comprehension.