This is me
Not trying to be
Anything I’m not
No fancy clothes
No single red rose
Just a hamburger
With chips
And the lot
Today
I don’t know why
I’m on one of those
Natural highs
I get
From time to time
No artificial joy
No deep glass of wine
Just my music and me
And the air that I breathe
And my sun
Who never fails to shine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem