Saturday, March 17, 2007

Soon We Will Be Happy

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:

Peter said...

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

Michael said...

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