You cant remember someone else's memories
I tried to tell them in Wonderland
Of course they disputed me
It was their business to do so
It was state craft I was told
If I grow old or older
Still rust will not turn into gold
Of someone else's saying
They were there and you never were-
Anywhere
Let us not become their blurring
of our edges
I whisper to those
Who in deep twilight sleep
And by no ties that bind
Were bereft of all roses.
Once upon a time.
mary angela douglas 22 may 2024
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it, keep on making these poems!