"Oh, you are dying? I really could care less!
I have a garden to attend to, for folks to impress.
I live in a state of eternal busy-ness.
No heart of mine, shall I share.
See, I am vacuuming my stairs,
Aren't you impressed? "
"I am retired and busier than
a leader of any great nation.
Small house, dead husband
Forty year old still living with me.
Permanently, cemented in and
stationed.
I must be there for her each
second, don't you see? "
"Stop texting or emailing me!
me.
I am dedicated to my house,
not people, don't you get it?
I am a master of pretense that
I am your friend.
But to tell you the truth, I don't
care about you nor when your
life ends.! "
...........................
Thank God poets are not so
brazenly shallow.
They care about life more and
each other, far from hollow.
And yet we don't really have long
pasts together.
We live in the present, all over the
world, free and untethered.
Sure, a few are arrogant but most are
a very caring lot.
Consider yourself, very blessed, poet!
Part of glorious flowers, God's
special, fragrant, aggregate!
Love to all, Panagiota Romios
June 27,2019
Greetings, Kostas! I do appreciate your time and comments. ~ Panagiota~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can tell from this poem that you really care about people. Though I've never met you in person, I know that I would like you if I did. May you surround yourself with those who really care about you!
Golly Kim, that is one of the sweetest comments ever. I can tell you, too care about people. You made me very happy, Panagiota