where was i?
I remember, I remember
A sunny day in late November,
Tending a bonfire's dying ember
(I'd had this neighbour to dismember)
And thinking as I do at times,
That I was running out of rhymes,
Unless, of course, it was September,
Or, still likely less, mid-December.
I find such rhyming hard because
My memory is not what it was 5 years ago at the march
And there are things I can forget
That have not even happened yet in my weird but wounderful life.
i wonder when i will be dead?
you and i will never die cuz dying is for people who are fed up with life and i will never be fed up with life as long as i'm with you ♥
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kirilee Amazing showcase of poetry, keep it up