I'm out again
Trying to catch time
She's been eluding me
If only we can be together, advancing elbow to elbow
I will feel better, I won't have to cry again
But time is swift, I get lost chasing
I bumped my head in dark places
I tried to dye my broken face, painted it to preserve vigour
But these stained fingers tell of my folly
I've learned to let scraps go
The roads I do not understand
I turn into playgrounds
Is life not meant to be mirth?
Is it not to play and laugh and sing songs of glee?
I prefer simplicity, I will seek the ordinary
I turn to chase beauty
Beauty chases butterflies
Butterflies chase flowers
Flowers dance their coloured heads to the rhythm of the wind
And I'm entertained
I have worried too much about time
The things that happened, things that disappeared
But time would not worry about me
She knows how to keep her joy
Is life not meant to be mirth?
Is it not to play, and laugh and sing songs of glee?
Time will lead into all fairgrounds
Mine is the power to live
Mine is the power to live very well today
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Ezekiel. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
Living life fully everyday without having to worry about tomorrow. Nice one. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH and leave your comments.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wished there was another way to end your prosaic? I have some suggestions but they will not beat down the thought; to live in today well. Thank you for sharing.