Careening down the avenue
We were a motley crew
spilling from an open jeep
Laughter was long overdue.
We spoke of T.S. Eliot
And bars down in the Keys
We built in blocks of alphabets
And didn't dare to sneeze.
We knew this was the real McCoy
This moment was our charm
Soon we would fall, but just this night
We cheated fate, and then some.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem of fun times and friendship, 'careening down the avenue', 'spilling from an open jeep'!