we poets are generally a serious lot
our rhymes and lines erupt from deep thought
recalling life's battles we've scrapped and fought
often feel trapped by life, or hopelessly caught
are we too serious?
is life always so injurious?
do we feel only pain?
do we notice only rain?
is it time to throw off the dark and dread?
lighten up instead?
do frowns break out when our poems are read?
gee, i hope we don't shrivel up - dreary and dead!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
no frown from me for this one you did get a smile though thanks