In the car
I was thinking:
'Is it luck, or that I'm streetwise
That I'm always the one doing the waiting? '
On top of that, I thought:
'I'll have to get out in the rain to find him! '
When I was happily surprised to see him;
On that day
When he lost his keys
Out of new shallow-pocket jeans
At Beethoven No.3
At Elder Hall
And I had to drive him
Back into town to get them
On the only day in a year
That it rained the whole day long.
Also I must put in:
He was lucky with the buses.
ps. 'He', 'he' is my brother.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem