Hey, Mister Life

Don’t run away, Days of my life, don’t run so fast.

I build some bricks of words shaped in poems,

one per day, seven per week, 365 poems per year.

Even in the leap year, I do not skip.

I do not want to disappear 

like a pale shadow in a gloomy day.

This is not my way; I don’t like just to exist.

Trust me Life, I took a note how to slow down,

and I try so hard to make things right.

I keep in my hands the receipts 

of all light-headed events,

the taxes of the unbalanced emotions.

I already paid most of the sour bills.

Don’t run away, my Life. Please, wait! Wait! 

My best verses are about to be build

in a new style. Every day I hope to raise

a new structure with new rhythm and beat. 

I want to finish my very own Egyptian pyramid

of love and dreams, and to cast the invisible light

in a darkest chamber in my heart.

Hey, Mister Life. I have promised myself

to discover a new Milky Way and paved

my path with smiles. I still have time to shine.

My Pegasus just gave new sharpened feather, 

so, I can write day and night. I can design with words

a whole new Universe. Why you run so fast?

You know, I am not ready to use my last pass.

By Petrouchka Alexieva

From: United States