I started to write
back in seventh grade
I easily sunburn
I'll stay in the shade
I'll lay in your shadow
absorbing the rays
of absolute nothing
for all of my days
and when I am older
and wrinkled and red,
and I become colder,
and when I am dead,
I'll still feel the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Me too, Clay. I get the Irishman's third-degree suntan. Thanks for the laugh. Don