There is a poem in my pocket,
Written on a cocktail napkin.
It's about the daytime sunny weather,
Love and heartache,
A far off beach in paradise;
Nature's wonderful way and all that jazz.
I just can't finish it;
So long incomplete
In my pocket,
Forever and a day
With my keys and the lint
Wrinkled and frayed,
The words all fading away,
If I could just figure out what rhymes with orange?
Oh well, I'm sure It'll come to me someday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem