For someone who writes poems
I didn't ready many
And sadly I hardly remember any
Many use words - not of my world
Metaphors - intimidating!
Or maybe I was just too lazy
To rack my little brain like crazy
I'm sure I did try but they only hurt my eyes
And that is now I failed in poetry
But I've always loved children's poems
And I've always loved children's songs
I love the wit, the giggles
The jokes and the riddles
Poetry in disguise
The sun and moon battling for the sky
And I've always loved modern poems
The kind that you hear on the radio
With his blue and green guitar
James Taylor was a bard
Who sang me songs of love and sorrow
To be remembered for tomorrow
For someone who writes poems
I didn't read many
And sadly I hardly remember any
But if a tree is a poem
I was reading much more
I know I didn't miss too many
Not a single one too many
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem