she said:
'you're not a poet,
you're just an old man...
old hat, old beard,
even your socks are old! '
'yes, and my socks
are full of holes...
when i walk across
the bare floor i can feel...'
and therein lies
the poetry!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really like this, we all need to feel, thats where the true words come from. A great poem.