What does C-- have against me?
My first love is photography
But he doesn’t seem to approve
I talk too much, and yes that’s true.
There’s more to life than taking pics
running round and chasing chics.
He should be glad for what I do
adding a bit of life for you…
….with all your curiosity
on how an artist thinks and feels,
hungry for knowledge about life
including all which creates strife.
Should I just sit back in comfort
and take no part to heal what hurts?
Since it wasn’t my intention
of grabbing all this attention
which upsets the likes of C--
who apparently feels as host
I should ask him for permission
in continuing my mission.
I’m not the first to fight windmills,
and you won’t see me popping pills
which would only drive me insane
just adding more to all my pain
We know how reality bites
should we turn our heads from the plight?
Wouldn’t it be so much better
to just let me get together
mutually feeling minds and hearts
all in the name of photo-art?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem