Words the coin that I get paid;
No creature comforts save the day,
Just words, to journey through the brain-
And that I ride, my worthy train.
The standard gold of travel time:
To wander through the star dust mind,
The offspring of exploded suns
And meteors, when life begun/
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hope you get paid your due.... many times over. But that is not possible. Jim Troy