Mud hole! Slimy! ! My home this is
many years in the Dagoba swamps have I lived
a simple life do I live alone
contemplating on my stool of stone
Mock me by my size you should not
more memories than you I have got
steer clear you should of battle and hate
for wars do not make one great
For 900 years a Jedi have I been
many wonderful events I have seen
taught the ways of the force to many padawan
their rise to Jedi knight I did plan
In to exile I did go
when my eventual failure did show
from Coruscant I had to retreat
as I could not the evil Sith defeat
when 900 years you reach
not so good will you look
I am a Jedi that can be seen
but not so easy it is being green
Profanisaurus, one type maybe. an interesting account of another old guy, like me. this has now joined other poems in my/our A Showcase For P H Poets [May 2016 edition], found in my list of poems on PH. thanks for some rhymes. bri :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
OOPS! I MEANT typo in my last comment. :)