Comments about Robert Uy
I lost my first thought in the morning
I lost my prayer in the night
I lost the only joy of living
I lost the direction of my life
I lost what eased troubles of the day
I lost what gave weekends most pleasure
I lost what was constant in yesterdays
I lost what was to be the future
I lost confidence in my ways
I lost the swagger in my walk
I lost what parts all colors from gray
I lost whom I loved most
I lost you.
I am no poet;
I just mimic one and pretend
That I could make a ballroom
of words dance
And entertain an audience.
But my choreography earns no
Because there is nothing special
about it at all.