the invisible man
writes with invisible ink,
the pages of the book,
seldom turned...
often writes with hammer and nails,
sometimes shovel and plow...
sometimes a cigarette bummed,
a cup of coffee and a sandwich!
a small child's eyes,
or an old man's eyes,
a patchwork heart,
and a spirit that soars...
the invisible man
who stands beside,
and never backs down...
never walks away!
Really like this one. The invisible is the real hero. A great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poems are like hammers sometimes..and sometimes mallets..but they do get the point across with high style! Nobody writes like you, and that's the truth! Keep em coming bro! Wake up a world asleep today, or tomorrow..