I wait for life to begin
When i can go to office
At the beginning of day
And return at the end
To complain that i have no time
To live life
In the meantime ……
I paint those elusive dreams
I cook those long forgotten tastes
I sing those unfettered lyrics
I jot down my unexpressed thoughts
I play those childhood games
I discover my thumb is green
I bare my soul to friends
I gaze at the sky in wonder
I lie in dreamless soothing slumber
And all the while
I wait for life to begin
When i can go to office
At the beginning of day
And return at the end
To complain that i have no time
To live life
Well said!!
Waiting. Really 💚
This was such a subtle slap on each of our faces, no marks left but the embarrassment 🙊🙊🙊🙊…
You are a pure poet, Doel. In love with your poems💚💚💚
Beautiful, Doel. Love your poem. We are poor ignorant souls. 💚💚💚
Lockdown true story.. well said👌
Lovely!!! Waiting for the old normal