Soon we will be happy
Perhaps next year or next month
I’d rather not put too definite a date on it
Maybe when spring is over and summer comes
When we can sit outside in the evenings
When the blossom turns to leaves
When we can afford a place of our own
When our landlord fixes the boiler
When our government changes
When I start working again
When the bank gets back to us
When your eyes heal
When the doctor says I am ready
When the neighbours stop talking
When I forget your infidelity
When your children forgive you
When the ocean swallows the cities
When I stop writing poetry.
Maybe tomorrow in fact
But probably a while longer.
2 comments:
Soon we will be happy.
When the stars don't shine and the seas don't fill,
When the worlds stops turning at my will.
When all that is busy will slow and cease,
When the moon and stars are within my reach.
Happiness is fleeting, just a touch is pure,
Life is forever, and is ours to endure.
P.White
to be honest, I think posting a better poem than mine in the comment is a bit rude ;). the 'When the stars' line has a particular resonance
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