Hopscotch
or just scotch
in those days
I was doing both
and glory
sat on my face
as angels handed
me serendipity
and I never let go
the merry merry go round
was gold
and I floated
with a spectacle
of a smile
tattooed upon
my face and I
never let go
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem