Category Archives: Poem

When everybody’s busy

When everybody’s busy, 

I slept.  

When everybody’s seeking money, 

I write poems.  

When everybody’s taking care of their careers, 

I’d like to be a monk.  

 

 

 

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I’ve had a thousand deaths in this lifetime.

And I’ve made a choice to live.

I want to meet death, only to find it is also life.