My Word To Somrit
(Adventures In Pattaya, Thailand)
Written: Wilfred Charles Mellers, Thursday, April 8,2010, @ 4: 16 PM
On my way home from work by moonlight
Bumped into me to my delight
A young lady slightly inebriated aright
I go home with you she said tonight
She said what's your name and where you from
Smiled I did remained I calm
America I live but Jamaica I belong
So we spoke as we walked along
As the Arabian man smoked from his bong
Thoughts went through my head I knew were wrong
Deep down I knew someone else my heart belongs
Sad is the night without our love songs
How are you she said, I am good same, same
I knew what was up for I know the game
Alluring she was as mango chutney
For a little bit of money she would've been my honey
Attentively listening she waited for a sign
A single word and she would have been mine
Speaking softly conscience remind
All that I had build I would have unwind
Debauchery tried to take and make me blind
Why should I put myself in a bind?
This was the last thing I had on my mind
So politely to her I turned and declined
As tantalizing as she was having my way I could
An oath I took temptation came steadfast I stood
Sorry but our conversation has come to an end
I already do have a beautiful girlfriend
Thoughts came and reminded me of us
Waved I did as she got on the bus
This to many might sound absurd
But a man is not a man if he can't keep his word
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem