Santa is dodging reindeer
Ice and snow in the air
lonely souls walk the street
Seeking presents for the ones they love
We see another year arrive so quickly
As we age
Last year was I a sage or was I a jerk
Neither me thinks as I work work work
But soon arrives January
The warmest month of all
When Mom cried at my birth
A mothers happy day
December buy
But January pay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mr shea Amazing showcase of poetry, keep it up