AsI am write this,
I am thinking of the gray skies full with song
On the day's beginning
The birds calling
Making me complete with hopefulness
That, within a week or two, life would soon return
But with the absence of human conversation
The bleakness return
And in the solitude watching the birds fly overhead has
Made me want to cry
But it's not a thing you do when you're an adult
It's just the end of the world as we know it
And in the solitude watching the birds fly overhead has Made me want to cry But it's not a thing you do when you're an It's just the end of the world as we know it. life, love, desire, hopefullness loneliness. all that we all experiernce in life you have described here in a short anf fine poem. tony
Prophecy! ! ! ! The End in Focus! Coronavirus! ! ! ! ! This is just the first woe; Six more coming. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
But it's not a thing you do when you're an It's just the end of the world as we know it NO NO NO THE WORLD CAN'T END SO WE ALL KNOW IN HOPE THERE IS SO MUCH OF SCOPE I KNOW FOUR GALS AND GUYS ALL ALONE SINGLE NOT EVEN A DOG OR PET TO MINGLE
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A meaningful poem! Appreciated the poignant poetic expression.