It's late at night and I decide
To take a short cut walking through
The cemetery in quick stride.
I hear a tapping sound, I do.
Through the misty shadows I see,
With some tools by a headstone,
It's an old guy a tapping be,
Night shift worker - I should have known.
A hammer and chisel he's got,
Fixing the headstone in some way,
Then turning, the old guy does spot
Me - I wonder what I should say.
Out of the old guy these words came,
"Those idiots misspelled my name! "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Then turning, the old guy does spot Me - I wonder what I should say. Out of the old guy these words came, My God, where you not afraid dear poet.......... good suspense in your poem. love this kind of poems.. love it simmply. tony Those idiots misspelled my name!