But will I?
I drive all around
(Not of will but I must)
To police, to the court for speed
Other days to school
Fall's colors are drugs
Am I high or drunk?
I collapse with morphine of the leaves
(Dead/dying and falling)
Short of time, I cry:
"No photo? "
Then with hope
"Will; next year)
Then saddened, ask myself:
"But will I? "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is an excellent poem with a great message. I loved it. Thanks.