A day will come
i will not rise.
Or wipe the sleep
out of my eyes.
Wash or dress
with out a care.
So do not look
for me
i am not there.
How sad. Your poetry would certainly be missed. And a very Merry Christmas to you too, Roy. And best wishes for a fine, creative 2007. Sincerely, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this all is very true