Son Birthday Poems Archive
In the next spring, I know my death also will come.
I’ll be born in a novel, the prehistoric.
The time will know-
I am not anymore a man of long standing.
My picture or my phantom is that eye, nose, face?
My past or the wild uproar of the present is that?
Though, come and take me to the eternity.
The regular history of life may return again and again!
Now I’m sure enough! There is someone also who is mine.
Whatever the mistake, may belong as a mistake
In the notebook of mistakes in life.
Please, read this notebook too one day, Or
Will throw me also away to any hold home.
I won’t tell you anything, I know-
One day, you’ll be also a prehistoric like I.
If you can, be the tune; there is no verve in the heart of a song.
If you can, write the songs; a poem might also be a song.