As you know well
so many dawns we lived,
do tell
We ate to live then
Now as our ribs bring about strain
nothing between our lips does remain
You know the remaining dawns we will live
to eat only
What of ribs
I will be In BBQ next to you this Xmas
shall not have turkey
but will eat your ribs, lovely
No, not yours
the ones you offer gladly
and I shall massage your knee
with utmost sympathy
soon you will walk alongside with me
as friend you are a brave man
and friends like you I love
O superman
Rare breed like you
as if you were alongside
Mississippi or Hudson maybe
ribs I will eat gladly
keep them ready
I will be soon around surely
Yes BBQ, but which?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pain well expressed, Fantastic poem again, thanks for taking it to the next level....10++