I can write a poem true
And it can come from out the blue
Words that rhyme, that's my game
And I don't do it just for fame
I will write a novel song
Maybe it's right, or maybe it's wrong
Some read it, others sing it
For them I pen and bring it
Make 'em laugh and make 'em cry
This is hello and not goodbye
Write into the night
And damn my eyesight
For I can see clearly
What I mark dearly
My quill scribes on
The bet's odds-on
It's time to finish
As I diminish
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem