Every time I sit to write
Or get some work done – finally!
I find my mind leagues away
In Some Closet – writing poetry.
Mind, won’t you come back to me?
You’re always in Some Closet.
Why’d I even write that poem
About this place, Some Closet?
Well, darn, it’s too late now.
But I wish my Mind would return,
And how!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good passion in this, Sophia. & the slight humor made it entertaining. Sus.