David McLansky

Rookie - 483 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

Who


Who will weed my garden
After I am gone?
Who will write my poetry
And sing my sad, sad songs:

The bulbs that I have planted,
The blazing purples and the reds
Will be crowded out by green weeds
Strangled in their beds;

Gone will be the glory
The tale of all that I have done;
Oh who will feed my wife,
Be a father to my sons?

Submitted: Friday, June 07, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 01, 2013

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Who by David McLansky )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Trending Poets

Trending Poems

  1. Daffodils, William Wordsworth
  2. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  3. Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
  4. Invictus, William Ernest Henley
  5. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  6. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
  7. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  8. A Poison Tree, William Blake
  9. Jiske Dhun Par Duniya Nache, Kumar Vishwas
  10. TRUST COMMITMENT & LOVE, Tom Zart

Poem of the Day

poet Sarah Flower Adams

O Love! thou makest all things even
In earth or heaven;
Finding thy way through prison-bars
Up to the stars;
Or, true to the Almighty plan,
That out of dust created man,
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]