"irresponsability" poems
31 october 2014
*There will come a day
education, career, kids, love
after,
when all the feelings in the world have
allready been felt.
On that day
there will be so much, still
but all is old, recycled, outworn
Like that old sweater you used to love,
only wistfulness keeping it mourning in its drawer.
One day you will find it
recognise it, smile
only to put it back,
never wear it again.
There will come a day
laughter, tears, irresponsability,
later,
when we will live but not.
Routine kills the reckless,
only absurdity fills their lungs.
On that windy day
there will be so much, still
so please,
don't tell me about used up feelings.
Please, I beg.
Tell me I’m wrong.*
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC