Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Today

All that matters is now
My breath,my heart, my brow;
You are very far from it
Very far from my interest.

So what am I doing grouching
All about your business whining?
"Nous n'avons pas un accord"
And this drama gets too dear to afford.

I'm letting go of the worry
And going to God in a hurry,
"Faire quelque chose Seigneur rapide !"
In my impatience, I pass off very stupid.


to be continued....

2 comments:

Tumwijuke Mutambuka said...

You are on a roll this week! Well done.

Princess said...

Err, do I have anything to do with this poem?