They march in
Flags flying
Cheering, waving, laughing
Young, beautiful, strong
Cameras pan the spectators
Zoom in twice on a
Particularly beautiful woman
The crowd dances
Jumping up and down
The auburn haired beauty
Swings her arms
Joyously
She saddens me
She doesn't—can't
Know—
All this youth and beauty
Will disappear
In the blink of an eye.
If it were nuclear war, then old age and ugliness would disappear along with youth and beauty. Zo ztop trying to be zo Bri-ght!
do you believe the ending caused a subdued laugh from me? it DID. are we 'talking' nuclear war or 'the aging process'? ? if the aging process, then i think it would be say IF she knew the future! well, the same holds true if you were referring to a nuclear war! to MyPoemList. and into November's Section A of my/our showcase. THANKS Gino, my friend. nice one, ................sort of. : ( bri :)
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I would like to translate this poem
Well okay, as long as your laugh was subdued. No guffaws please at my expense!