i'm shaking like a leaf now.
and so would you.
had you been in my boots for the last three hours.
though for you 9 minutes is probably enough.
just to show you.
just to tell you where i've been.
and of course where i'm going.
where should i begin.
perhaps from the start
perhaps tell it inside out.
perhaps embellish it
as all good tale tellers should.
don't interrupt me while i'm talking.
don't take your mind off of the words i'm telling you.
not shouting, just to make a point.
done now, and another remark to laugh it off will suffice.
cos when you pour out your soul
and no-one's listening
that makes you the bigger fool.
when to stop is just as important
as when you don't.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem