Well, today I'm going to recite one of the poems from my book, An Artistic Intention. So the name of the poem is Who Am I? So here it goes. Sitting in a cafe in a small town, you wonder where life went wrong. And when you start blaming yourself, the waiter rings the bell. Because it's time for you to leave. And then I see others waiting in line to figure out where their life went wrong. Only a poet thinks, the crowd just sings. Tunes in the tube, plugged into your ears, you yearn for that rooster to welcome you to a wonderful morning. As I see, life has gone by, drop by drop into that endless ocean, carrying possibilities that were never brought to life. And into the six feet I go, with no one but me, but wait a second, who is that me? Thank you.
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Sign in to share your thoughtsWell, today I'm going to recite one of the poems from my book, An Artistic Intention. So the name of the poem is Who Am I? So here it goes. Sitting in a cafe in a small town, you wonder where life went wrong. And when you start blaming yourself, the waiter rings the bell. Because it's time for you to leave. And then I see others waiting in line to figure out where their life went wrong. Only a poet thinks, the crowd just sings. Tunes in the tube, plugged into your ears, you yearn for that rooster to welcome you to a wonderful morning. As I see, life has gone by, drop by drop into that endless ocean, carrying possibilities that were never brought to life. And into the six feet I go, with no one but me, but wait a second, who is that me? Thank you.