With the rest of the world
A gift worthy to be shared
Being a poet is a priceless gift
The brighter my imagination glows
The more I write
Poet as a life is fun to know
Landing on padded floors
Flying through so smoothly
And some come off with wings
Some words do carry weight
And stare so wide
He thinks so hard
He thinks and type
He write and wipe
But they always look too plain
He often finds the words to say
And to do that takes more than a while
And have them rhyme
He like to write his poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem