My poem was an just an advice
to some guy
who needed to muster some strength
to walk down the last mile
to at her smile
but guys too are shy
not all think with their lower heads
some use upper too
A guy kicked me to say
O you Poet
I never use my lower head
I asked him if he was an imp*****
silenced he was telling 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 will ye
Thanks friends
for abiding with me
Just call a spade a spade
and you will win.
I always do
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Spade, made! Trade of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.