I speak always by the book.
And I talk no-nonsense,
You know it all better.
Dear men, I pray
Not to feign a sleep.
True, the words are
On the wings,
But we are to get up
And catch them all
And wait upon.
Nothing to deny,
We are all victims
Of time and we have to
Trust in ourselves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem