The will of the pen
The pulse of the ink
Compels me, drives me
To write in verse
Stories or observations
Of social or emotional ebb
And nature shall nurture
Each line as though true
In the hopeful dream
Of an essay an ode
To those who came before me
A toast I shall raise
To the poets of old
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem