A tome in time
Saves nine.
My life, that is.
I still have mine.
Could have paid the cost
And lost.
But I'm allright.
More rubbish to write.
I'll string along,
More ink to be gone
In bad poetic form.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Find all your stuff very readable Mr S. Sid.