Another birthday comes
& pushes me even further
over the hill
iil
unwell
(sick of being sick)
pushing this bloody boulder
like Sysiphus up the bloody hill
yet the touch
of your hand
makes me young
& willing
make me so glad
to be
a man
with you
my woman.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WOW! ! ! I love it. very well written. thanks for sharing. Respect.