A Poet That Cannot Live A Life Of Loneliness Poem by Dorsey Baker
A Poet That Cannot Live A Life Of Loneliness
I am the poet
I am not the poem
I just want to be your friend
don't lock your door
just let me in
winter comes and the weather
is very cold
but I do not
wish to hybernate
I get lonely because
I am human
just like
everybody else
I am made of
flesh and blood
I am not
a statue made of stone
I am
a human being
and human beings
they were never
made to
live alone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/2/2024 4:39:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
