My poem was an just an advice
to some guy
who needed to muster some strength
to walk down the last mile
to and at her smile
but guys too are shy
not all think
with their lower heads
some use upper ones often
a guy kicked me to say
O you Poet
I never use my lower head
I asked him if he was an imp o-nymph
silenced
he was the only one
telling white lies
all guys so do
who doesn't know
but few like me
stand up and say
I am a blackened spade
come slice me
but do not fade
thanks friends
for abiding with me
just call a spade a spade
and you will win
as I do always
enjoy the ride and perhps raid
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem