Reader when you view these lines,
In your homes and cluttered courts,
Part of me reaches your eyes and mind,
And you absorb my thoughts.
It's nice to ruminate
On whom these readers are
Some imagination is called for here
For when strangers mask is lifted
Such a big divide it's not
Like a flea that jumps about
From one warm home to another
Making blood brothers and sisters
Minute transfusions of poems that
Give and take a little something
Of one's precious time
So as we drift to sure demise,
When you read consider this
A little poem more time buys.
...........nicely written....you chose a wonderful theme for this poem....cause we all love poetry....enjoyed...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ha! All the more devils to smother! How great is that? Kudos!