Where all the others went
He would not go
He thought not better of it, but would not go
He would place some thought on that place
Before submitting
When the night crept round
And he was still out in cold
He would not go
He would not go
An intriguing poem. Sometimes it's best to avoid places where others go, and sometimes it's all right. What is that place? Where do the others go? What do they do there? Thanks for posting, and welcome to Poem Hunter!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well conceived and nicely penned with conviction. Thanks for sharing Serge.