Hi
It can't be hidden in your pocket,
Say hi! The helmet won't hide glance,
You will not reach the stars with rocket
of wealthy man; there is no chance.
But it's so good to hear in being
that someone says to you just hi!
While water's running, cane is dreaming,
when you drink tea with morning pie.
When you are sad, and red September
or sunny August knocks in door,
There's only one thing you'll remember,
I'm saying hi and nothing more.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
