My poems:
My babies true.
A legacy
For me and you.
No children of my own
Nor ever will have such a thing.
No impregnation of the human kind,
The only way I can be King.
To be immortal is my aim.
If I am lucky,
Then I’ll find fame.
Oh yes, within
The writing game!
(C) PB 22\2\2011 at about 5.30 AM in Yorkshire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem