Just gazing rather blankly
at life through my jaded eyes,
and feeling, well...quite frankly
nothings left to rhapsodize
My thoughts turn all to easily
to subjects incomplex,
how roses smell through laden dew
and turtles having sex
Why bottled glue pours easily
and doesn't stick the pot,
I want to think of simple things
and not a Gordian knot
Things like the smell of asphalt
after there has been some rain,
and how the smell of babies heads
will make you sniff again
To share a smile with strangers,
finding shapes within a cloud,
confide a whispered secret
and never speak it loud
To sing with gusto in the shower,
walk on grass with just bare feet,
climb into bed each night and
love those freshly laundered sheets
Life should be filled with wondrous things,
those pleasures we all yearn,
so for a while my simple thoughts
to simpler things will turn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem