The mystery of not knowing
Who left the note on my car?
Asking, are you free for lunch sometime?
Or the person who left a donut on my desk
The secret pal at Christmas time
Or a greeting card left unsigned
It's the not knowing that is mysterious
What adds to the mystery?
The persons identity is never revealed
So, one is always left to wonder
12-4-18/RjH
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem