Ants
they crawl on their own
looking for a something brown
to feed the precious crown
Like you all have done,
regroup with your nice tone
like a dog smell for the bone
to give pleasure his 'good' bourne
But..
We still like an ant
as a brother till the end
even I always give my bane
you are still the best on my mind..
January 19th 2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem