Much of what I want.....I need
To find myself
My roots, however deep
Or bitter
Thank you my mum and dad
For the name you gave to me
But I want to know
What my name is
Why I came to be
I'm sure is more than
Toil, dine and die
Who's the real me?
Great poem. The real you is the one that watches, it witness to it all. Regards Bob
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the title is eye-catching... the content is interesting... over-all it is a good poem!