Billy Graham drove into town,
To give a sermon at a church.
Though a reverend of renown,
He always was on the soul search.
This was his first time coming here,
So he asked a lad going by
If Elm Street happened to be near.
He got directions in reply.
He thanked the boy and asked him to
Please attend his sermon tonight,
And hear how to find heaven true.
The boy asked in a tone polite,
'If you don't know where Elm Street is, '
'How can you find heaven, gee whiz? '
This is wonderful. (Is that Elm Street as in Nightmare on?) t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we search.. and it never gets over.. till we are thrown in the dich searching our way to the other side.. very concise very apt and unmetaphorically unwraps itself...