Cars, here bikes, there,
people rushing everywhere.
There goes a man in a dash,
Oops, hes had a crash.
It seems, he is okay,
only a lampost, in the way.
Only a little bump on his head,
but alas alack, his passenger she is dead.
Tango.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh! You had me merrily dashing down that street- -then you sprang reality on me. We should all have reality impinge on our thoughtlessness. Important write.