Barbados to Guyana.
Oh!
I forgot Trinidad.
T'was a divert.
Again we've been 'ad.
A two hour flight
Has flown to the power
Of eighteen.....
Had again?
We HAVE been.
Here we are,
Guyana.
A few days around
Georgetown.
A hotel with locks,
Hopefully won't need the cops.
Now Old Year's Eve.
Can't grieve
The passing
Of the recent past.
In the morn
A new year will be born,
Hopefully to last
As the good bits
In the past.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem