On waking from the deepest sleep
I wondered, were life in reverse.
If nights of sleep be school of life
each day a play we must rehearse.
I’d have to study my behaviour
selfish acts and maybe worse.
a mind so full of petty thoughts
and maybe once or twice a curse.
Maybe I should practise caution
indiscretion deemed perverse.
Erotic sighs won, t pass this student,
shock waves rock the universe.
At dusk pretence just slips away
the naked form is free of sham.
I join the line of student souls
to sit the practise death exam.
Roan.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A brilliant poem Ann. i love the third verse