when I was young
I was told forget
about writing poetry today
wait write when
you retire when
you have time for writing
I ignored
this foolish advise
neither time nor poetry waits
there is no certainty
in a miscellaneous
unwritten tomorrow...
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem