For fools I bow my head
and if they make me mad
I rather have them do this
than to miss them just one day
when I heard the King just say
what if you could be my clown
and I replied I'll have your crown, nay
there is no ruler but my heart
compassion is her blood
and just a little door
somewhere…..
I've left for God. M
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem