I met a friend
A friend of my friend.
She became mine
Not at the age of nine
But at twenty-four
I smiled for
But she laughed at
I, man of poor hat
She is of gold
She left me
and I took another
It is fate.
(30/04/2013)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
gud one...but seems to be a forced rhyme........