I want to share a poem with the world.
But who'd want to hear what I have to say?
Who has time to read a poem?
No, no one has time for a poem, anyway.
So, then my words, they hide, unspoken.
And then my thoughts, just fade away.
No one has time to read a poem.
In dullness goes by another day.
But it'd be nice to read some verses.
Some thoughts expressed in eloquent words.
A heartfelt description for perhaps creation.
For the love that brings life and the hate that hurts.
Coz' life keeps flowing and the humans age.
And everyone has no time to waste.
For Life pushes us to keep on going.
Always in haste, always in haste.
No one has time to smell the roses.
No one likes poems, anyways.
But, deep inside my heart is yearning.
For a good poem to share with friends.
Alas! No one has time to read a poem.
That's why this rambling has to end.
5/19/2025
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem