At night, around ten
I will reach for my pen
and with caution and glee
write some good poetry
On vacation in Cairo
in Egyptian heat
I had only a biro
and a papyrus sheet.
Funny, we all do what we have to do to write! When at the beach, we write it in the sand; at a restaurant, we write on the menu or a napkin. Your poem is good, Herbert. Warmest regards, CJ
But at least you were in Egypt! Wow, how nice. Great write Herbert. Sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And then around eleven, he reaches for the best scotch this side of heaven. Ha! Keep writing, Herbert. I see you've posted more than usual today. Glad you're back. Raynette