Before the end of the world.
I would like to host a dinner party,
for a group of fifty psychologists.
It would be some where in California.
In a restaurant that serves pancakes,
steaks and different flavored tea's.
Name tags would show the doctor's name,
mental health care they provide and
what area of the world their from.
During the dinner party.
I would read some of my poetry,
talk about how counseling helped me
and ask my guest that I'm hosting.
' What is your favorite part of your job? '
After the dinner party.
I would shake each of psychologists hands
and thank them for coming to my party.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem