It's been a kick to frolic on a sunny eve,
each arm bared, with no long sleeve,
the sunshine lasting till almost nine or ten,
but this will be short; I'm out of ink in my pe
(February 8,2014)
In this computer age I am still writing down a few ideas or simply a collection of words threaded together so I don't like to be without a pen and paper. No chance of running out of precious ink. I shall finish off the word 'pen' for you Bri.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice touch! Thanks for the needed laugh, BriStar :)