One sunny august afternoon
when all the world seemed out of tune
we stood in a garden by the Thames
drinking coffee clutching hems
praying it would be alright
the surgeons they would really fight
to mend his heart and send him home
to his family where he belonged
'he'll be alright' we heard them say
'and live to see another day'
thank god
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gill keep on writing this is a good poem