The Waiter

The Waiter

A Poem by Dayran

 

 

 

 

Lyon found a job as a waiter in a cafe,

He says its great! Gets to move around,

Sees a face and the mind starts moving,

Of the possibilities of the thoughts there,

What is it thinking, what issues, where do they go?

Does it have to do with Shin, maybe mother?

Does it refer to the great Hercules?

How does that contribute to our life today?

Lyon's quite excited about it. He says its better,

Just borrowing the thoughts from people around,

Its amazing! Doesn't really matter in the long run,

We do what our lot is in each life. Some sing,

Others write poetry. Lyon waits at tables.

It's a Cambrian event. He might even get lucky.

 

© 2012 Dayran


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Its the way love plays with the mind, I think. But when the waiter starts to represent it as himself he might have some problems. He has to speak in the abstract.

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Dayran
Dayran

Malacca, Malaysia



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