Co-authored poem with
John William McGrath.
The poem is written, the tale it is told
and just like the poet, the story grows old.
'Tis lost and forgotten in depths of the sea
and my poem that once enthralled
will nevermore be!
I beg to differ; because you still deliver.
Nothing can replace a Master of rhyme,
Whether writing of God or the Zambezi River
In this age or the future, or annals of time.
Some day your work will be worth a fortune
Poems written in pen will be selfishly prized.
They could be enhanced by a beautiful tune
And a statue of you will be idolized.
Joyce Hemsley and John William McGrath
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem