I left it to chance
The painting on the wall
The dying garden
The windows open during a May rain.
I find no peace in worrying
Sweating in a panic
for the little things
I've lost enough sleep.
No, I smile
Exchanging words with Bourbon
Laughing along side with Mr. Ellington
Watching the rain fall like a picture show.
No, I smile
Not even death could take this away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem