POEM AFTER POEM AFTER POEM
POEM AFTER POEM AFTER POEM
Poem after poem after poem
But a poem is not the way out.
Money is depleting
Soon I’ll be without.
How will I manage to live then
What will become of us all?
To write a poem is to do nothing
When the writing is on the wall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic! Like my poem 'No Money in Poetry' we writers subsist on just the passion for wiritng, but then - there's no poetry in money either. Fine lines and perfect pace. Great poem!