Sunday, September 24, 2006

My latest poem which is entitled and is about Beckett's play Waiting For Godot.

Waiting For Godot

Not long.

We'll fly high,
when Godot arrives.
I won't lie, then.

Each plan will enact.
Dominoes fall.
A better world for all.
A hero, repsected.
Me.

It can't be long
until Godot comes.
All is ready, for then.

So we wait.

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