I am a boy
Of 23
Not young not old
Simply discreet
I would hold,
The page and pen
Time has told,
There is an end,
Where I wake,
I shall sleep,
Until the day,
The Lord takes me,
I will write,
And I shall speak,
I'm not afraid,
I live free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is nice its got a nice rythem to it.