Anthony Edmond John
Passed this way, anon.
With paper poised to receive
The imprint that he did give.
His pencil fast and sure
As he wrote to assure
That the future will know
That he did bestow
Thoughts about his 'quail'
Who some may think quite frail,
But no, she was a living caring thing
That brought life to him for one more fling.
Good health to Anthony Edmond John
And to his future daughter's or son(s) .
By Sidi Mahtrow...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem