Don and Jill
Were masters of life
But couldn't do
Without each other.
They couldn't stay
Without each other.
When asked why
They couldn't reply.
It seemed they were one
And couldn't survive alone.
There they were shaky
And couldn't function.
I asked them they should
Be on their own first.
They didn't reply.
But Don and Jill split apart and said good bye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem