May 8 2013
Mad furry mist of angry fist
Talent is noticed
A comforting cup of hot
For your depressed cold head
Calm now with the elder years
Take shelter in your children who pull
A new found you through year after year
Breath out
Breath it out
After you swallow the
Gluttony of your own mind
Breath out sorrow
Spare others
Of the wasted time
Nicholle gibson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem