Children were playing hide and seek,
old men were cleaning their pipes,
women were baking bread,
teenagers were flirting at the mall,
couples were still arguing,
the homeless were asking for change,
dogs were still barking at passing by cars,
the weather was following the seasons,
Santa hadn’t delivered all his presents yet,
and I was drinking rum in the West Indies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The world in a thousand pictutres Cool poemo Roger