I'm A Poet Only For A Second Or Two;
My Story Will Be Over In A Few Seconds.
My Laughter Is Only For A Moment Or Two;
My Youth Will Be Over In A Few Moments.
I'm A Poet Only For A Second Or Two.
Many Poets Came Before Me, And After Coming, Departed;
Some Went Filled With Sighs,
And Some Went Singing Songs.
They Were Only The Story Of A Moment In Time;
I Too Am Only The Story Of A Moment.
Tomorrow I Will Be Separated From You,
But For Today, I'm A Part Of You.
I'm A Poet Of A Moment Or Two, No More.
Tomorrow New Songs Will Arrive,
Freshly Bloomed Blossoms To Be Plucked.
There Will Be Better Storytellers Than Me,
And Better Listeners Than You.