How she would smile
He would not reply
Now she is gone
He buys a gun
When she weeps
He sleeps
She walked out the door
For him to sleep no more
She needed attention
He showed no attention
She would not be back
Grief weighs him a sack
How could he be so blind
When she was O so kind
Now it is over
He wished he were a better lover
Well he took her for granted
And how she ranted
But now she stole away
And thus stole his day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
some lessons to learn from your poem, Kola.. thanks for sharing this... granted can be a bad word some days... when she weeps, he sleeps, now she leaves, he grieves... on and on the rhyme goes... good effort, brother!