I have middle-age secrets to tell my son
While running in China with my meetings done
I wish I could read him my poetry tonight
With the unclouded moon casting her autumn light
I wish I could tell him of the ache in the heart
How the maples sagged as if missing a part
My Chinese hosts offer praise and honor
But the mind wanders off to hug Little Conor
Good piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned with lovely rhyme scheme. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It a very sweet poetry.Lovely one.