Patterns of flooring showing apprehensive designs,
sighing in regiments of deplorable conditions.
Once, they were beautiful as they were laid with
care.
Now over the years they've become worn and faded
with all the washing and waxing.
Still, I can remember their beginnings in time and
have written this poem in remembrance of that
pristine time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem