At The Bar In Addis Poem by mark nwagwu
At The Bar In Addis
Angels chime his glory!
There's no other black man
at the bar
Is the bar too bad
Or, are blacks too poor
to be at this bar
to drink
Where's my wife
where's Helen
Does she think I'm mad
hopeless?
You know
she's a psychologist
try figuring that out
while she's trying
to figure me out -
Ah I'm a fool
she figured me out
long ago
before i was born
before she was born
I like this poem.It largely flows peacefully like water in an ocean.
i very much like the end, seems to wrap eveything together, great thoughts methinks
Very touching poem. I have to enter 20 GD characters or this won't get sent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/1/2024 4:14:16 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This poem is glorious, and has several threads of thought intermingled. Thanks, Prof!