THE SUN SHINING BRIGHT
IT IS TIME TO SAY GOODNIGHT
MOON SHINING A GRAY LIGHT
DOGS AND CATS STARTING TO FIGHT
PEOPLE SLEEPING TIGHT
STARS COMING IN SIGHT
THE WIND BLOWING JUST RIGHT
CHILDREN SLEEPING ON THE GROUND
BIRDS SILENT, MAKING NO SOUND
LOVERS HAPPILY BOUND
BURGLARS ALL AROUND
THE SUN SHOWING ITS FACE
PEOPLE SAYING THEIR MORNING GRACE
MOON DISAPPEARING WITHOUT A TRACE
HOW WE LOVE THIS AWKWARD PLACE
POLICE ALWAYS DEFEND
PEOPLE ALWAYS PRETEND
AND PLACE ARE TO RENT
HEARTS GET BROKEN
WITHOUT A WORD SPOKEN
PEOPLE DISAPPEARING WITHOUT A TRACE
OH HOW WE LOVE THIS AWKWARD PLACE
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The world is an Awkward place, every one must find their place, feel that state of perfect grace then the world become a welcome place.. Andy 10