As five hundered comes
I realize a little better who I am.
By some in days past seen as mad man,
My insurance year's capers were particularly bold
This seems so long ago and now I'm old.
I thank God I've bee given these years to live
Yet still try to be prepared if the other fellow's
Only means of communicating is with a shiv.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Congratulations Bill on your 500th submission. It is an impressive volume of work and something from which you must have learned much. I'm sure your 501 poem is just bursting to be penned. My sincere congratulations to you. love, Allie xxxx