Dear Joseph, you were a commander,
It were you whose English I loved so,
Even when I met you in Wonder
it was not a stop-down case.
Well, of course, John puts all us down.
Well, of course, John is all around.
He's my smile, my eternal ground,
My excuse, my rebirth, my grace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very intriguing and likable piece. MM