My poems are all my children
the only ones I could be proud of
living on long after I have gone
for others to see or hear
Each one generated within the womb of my mind
gestation time varying from piece to piece
slowly growing line by line
before being born onto a blank page
Thankfully they will never ask me for money
although they may make some on their own
needing no food but what my thoughts can give
desiring only the attention of others
Am happy to be alone with my creations
as folders get fatter with each one
as all my poems are my children
the only offspring I could ever accept and be proud of
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem