I offered you my life,
but you held your breath.
I lie in bed exhausted,
and you send your death!
Your mom must be proud;
You wear her genes well!
How do you stay so clean
digging the soil for gold?
A diver in shallow ends;
Close to your family tree.
What a shame it would be
if you learned to swim!
Your mom must be proud;
You wear her genes well!
How do you stay so clean
wearing hand me downs?
I offered you my life,
but you held your breath.
But I got out of bed!
Yours still has siding!
Your mom must be proud;
You wear her genes well!
Your mom must be proud;
You wear her genes well;
Around your pale ankles!
Around your pale ankles!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sharply etched poem Michael Cheers Anita