Comment 3 of 3, added on January 16th, 2013 at 5:28 AM.
When – EverWhen will I everFinish all of my projectsOne more room to
paintOne more light to fixThe bahotrom fan won’t workWhere’s that cold
air coming fromAnd you call this a lawnWhen will I ever get things doneWhen
will I everGet my chance to retireToo many bills to payToo many toys to
buyToo much life to liveRetirement is overrated anywayBut I’m still
looking forward toWhenever I ever get to retireWhen will I everFeel young
like I used toLose a little more weightGrow a little more hairLose a few of
those wrinklesAnd last a little longerWhen will that day comeI think maybe
neverAt least in this lifetimeBut, there is hopeWhen will I everGet to
start foreverWith no projects to doNo bills to payAnd a brand new bodyJust
forever and everWhenever He calls
Comment 2 of 3, added on December 26th, 2011 at 1:03 AM.
sell for less at my estore
from United States
Comment 1 of 3, added on April 30th, 2005 at 2:45 PM.
This is the most beautiful poem, to me. The first time I read it I was
staying in Georgia, sleeping on the floor of someone else's apartment in
the middle of summer, listening to newly discovered music. The poem
describes writing/creating/living as a writer/creator in an achingly
beautiful way. The end reminds me of the end of Kubla Kahn. The near-end
is awkward but necessary (all of the socket-plug images are particularly
The line I will never forget, always have with me:
"Flowers which as in a dream at sunset I watered faithfully, not knowing
how much I loved them..."
Emily from United States