I write the words
Inside my head
The many things
That must be said
I write at times
To make me glad
Though many times
The words are sad
I write each day
Of where I’ve been
And all about
The things I’ve seen
I write at night
The words to keep
Until I tire
And then I sleep
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think that says it for all of us Sir David. Gave you a 10! Best, Linda