Shinny black patten leather shoes,
A new baby's eyes,
Dark moving clouds,
Storm theatening skies...
Sometimes my daddy's mood...
Sometimes my attitude...
Hey that's not black,
It's the blues!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It comes so naturally to you. Without any pretentions you go on to say what you have to say. I can't understand why this poem hasn't got the attention that it deserve. A 10 from me.