I empty myself of the names of others. I empty my pockets.
I empty my shoes and leave them beside the road.
At night I turn back the clocks;
I open the family album and look at myself as a boy.
What good does it do? The hours have done their job.
I say my own name. I say goodbye.
The words follow each other downwind.
I love my wife but send her away.
My parents rise out of their thrones
into the milky rooms of clouds. How can I sing?
Time tells me what I am. I change and I am the same.
I empty myself of my life and my life remains.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Elegy on Captain Matthew Henderson by Robert Burns
- The Curse Upon Edward by Thomas Gray
- Picture by Nijole Miliauskaite
- To S.M., A Young African Painter, On Seeing His Works by Phillis Wheatley
- Song—A Health to them that’s awa by Robert Burns
- Limerick: Once a Great Leader with empty pockets by T. Wignesan
- Nocturno poem – Ana Chig poems | Poems and Poetry
- Mountain Wellhead
- Robert Burns: On Wm. Graham, Esq., Of Mossknowe:
- The Cleaving by Samuel Hazo
- Robert Burns: The Kirk Of Scotland’s Alarm:
- Sitting Beside The Very Street by Nijole Miliauskaite
- Омар Хайям – Где вы, друзья! Где вольный ваш припев?
- White Horses by Rudyard Kipling
- At A Vacation Exercise In The Colledge, Part Latin, Part English. The Latin Speeches Ended, The English Thus Began poem – John Milton poems
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