1971
Poetry
by Michael F. Nyiri
Depression IV
Years glide by like ethereal gulls Sweeping their way o'er the sea They come, stop a while, Let us admire them for a while, Then they go on their way. I have wondered at times How my short life has spent it's time. I've felt happy, and sad, And my brain has suffered to be sad, And to that I dedicate this rhyme. I have been a gentle looker, Yet I've had the sense of strife. I have felt all the feelings Withoug living all the life. A caprice, a small amount of days Just eighteen years have I subsisted I've been though turmoil, Rash, turbulent emotional turmoil, And none of this I've resisted. If words come from experience I wonder if my prophecies will true I've written some things, Future, unrelated things, And they have nothing to do with me, but my blue. Life and love live with time, Yet mine is, oh, too short. I have lived minded moments, Old, new, real moments, And my mind only plays this sport. I'll write some verses Whenever I come across More of my deep feelings That have to do with My turbulent mind The movement of my mind I have felt all the feelings Without living all the life.
copyright 2001 by Michael F. Nyiri
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