There's a canyon between us
You, being a blue blooded journalist
Me, a working class poet
Who doesn't have the right education
But my love for literature
Goes beyond my paycheque
I never had an opportunity for higher learning
However, I tried to do it on my own
Maybe, I was a little successful
But I don't see it
And this chasm of classes is deepening
Yr class, look at my credentials
and see an unrefined woman
Not worthy of old money
Mine, thinks I am too weird to claim
And you are a real phony
Either way we are doomed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A magnificent tribute to the modern love story, LeeAnn. This poem is tethered firmly to emotion and to the earth.