If you are really a poet
Come to me and show me
Your words with clean chit.
Come to me and see me
I am in your words, my dear poet
If you are really a poet.
Your words are within me
If you are really a poet
Come and take it away from me.
Here I am, but all modesty aside, truth is simply true, so I am in your words too, dear poet. Want to arm wrestle? (That could be fun but I should warn you (though I'm 71) I've been lifting weights! : -) Maybe there's no need for either of us to lose anything? There are many truths. Perhaps we could just share? Ha!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A final PS: None of our chits are clean! (I'm sorry, that just sounds so funny in American English that I just had to say it. and I'm still laughing. Am I still in Jr. High?) I think what you are really saying here (and of course I agree) is that we all stand on the shoulders of Giants! And God bless them everyone. Our debt is truly immense!