Sometimes when I wander way
I take the often ride
It splits, it splats
It goes that way
With no more room to hide
It hurts more to keep my wits
To let all things go forward
It splits, it splats
It goes that way
In every way untoward
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem David Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken