What is this poem about?
You do ask of me,
You’ll have to read till the end,
And the answer then you’ll see,
When I start a poem
No knowledge of it have I,
The words just tumble out,
And at the end I let out a sigh.
What will be the substance?
I know not, nor do I ask why,
As long as I write in Rhyme and Scan,
I’ll be happy till I die.
I am now on my penultimate verse,
And no nearer my answer am I,
As to what this poem’s about,
As I let out another sigh.
It is not a nonsense poem,
I’ll have none of those,
I’ll have to put down my pen and sleep now,
Before I become comatose.
Copyright © Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 28 September 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem