Human Affairs

He's alone but talks a lot

Rarely do I know what it's all about.

Often in silence, he'll sit and think

Then in a hurry, he'll take the paper and the ink.

Then come the smiles, the curses and rage

Taking the notebook and ripping off the page.

Suddenly he'll get up and stroke his chin

Throwing the ripped page into the trash bin.

The night will come but his sleep won't come

To agony and despair, he will succumb.

But with the morning the paper is filled

He's happy, joyful, ecstatic and thrilled.

Then, he sleeps for days on end

Yes, he snores, listening to that I do not recommend.

He'll wake up, watch TV and take a bite

Until he goes to the desk again

Bites the bitter pain

Takes the pen and starts to write.