So Sly,
Poets will be Poets,
They will always try,
To change the World,
And then ask:
' Why'?
and then x-ray fry chems in the sky humor becomes wry and then we die will anyone cry? why? (now don't sigh)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Exactly. We'll never stop writing, never stop asking, never stop hoping....that someone will read and pause and consider and maybe just maybe...think! :)