There are those that can,
And those that do,
Those that think they can,
But do not do,
Whenever the Muse dost come on me,
I pick up pen and paper instantly,
To put down my jottings in rhymes and verse,
This poem canna get much worse.
What is it they canna do?
Oh! They canna write poems for Me and You.
© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 1 June 2004
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem