Translation

I used to have a job
translating each new day
to make it understandable
for those who could not say

why the sun plods up
and down, as we spin round
our heads remaining in the air
our feet upon the ground

why ticks and tucks and trolls
why plastic fishing nets
why Burger King and KFC
why drink and drugs and debts

why peace can never last
why politics and hate
why most of us lead lives which are
distinctly second rate

why when we fall in love
we soon fall out again
and why it is for all the crap
wise heads never complain

but now I know no words
go deep enough, I’ll stop
and look for work without them, though
they’re such a useful prop.

Tom Vaughan


If you have any thoughts about this poem, Tom Vaughan  would be pleased to hear them