What is this thing called Life?
Life is between the ears.
Not much of anything
But getting old
Love in the box
Love out of the box
Castration love with catheters
Ears don’t hear, eyes don’t see,
What could I be?
But I have lived no life
So I live poetry and 75 lines
Although I don’t do 75 lines
taste the words
They’ll grow on you
Like spinach
Smell the wars and save your money
Isn’t this Land of Milk and Honey?
I am not in any hurry
The God of death can’t make me worry any more.
No number do I have on my room door.
Wonderfully molded words here Fred - -and all filling out excellent poetic expressions - - I have read and re-read this one - - and it deserves far more than 10 - - from Fay with warm greetings on this Christmas day.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good write Well express