Tracing drawn upon memories
keepsakes etched in time
and the dreams once thought forgotten
find themselves in long lost rhyme
As woven words are wound about
and fitted to the tale
to pass along our favorite thoughts
the ones we always tell
Like a tantalizing troubadour
whose time has come about
to grace the ears of all who hear
the liars and the lout
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This here is a Sharp poem! Always, Linda