I am not me
But I always wanted to be.
To have a small sports car with a convertible top
Riding the roads of sunshine and never stop..
To see the exqusite feminine form
A wide imagination and uniqueness since I was born
Imagine to wear something called a thong.
I hear it doesn't hurt but I could be wrong.,
Of course it doesn't cover that much
But they should wear a sign that says; 'do not touch'..
Back to my sports car for my mind is coming up with blanks
I really should give that young lady my personal thanks.
I could cruise the Floida Keys from begininng to end
Thanking my God for another day it did send.
I will take a soft breeze and hold my head high
To truly understand that life is but a sigh.
I will take the remaining sights left to me
As a passenger in my red sports car for all to see.
02-04-06
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem