This is my final rhyme
I take a bow
As the lights start to dim
And the curtains begin to close
As I take my leave
I lay down my pen
I hope you pick it up
Use it wisely
Make some drafts
And create your own
I turn around and begin to walk
I see you waiting
Asking for advice
All I choose to say
Is follow your heart
And your mind
Because that’s how
It all begins
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem