Funny how my
Shadow
Never ages
Not a wrinkle
Anywhere
Not even a gray
Hair
The shape has
Changed a little
But for it's age
Not bad
On how I knew of it's
Secret
Maybe it's the
Sun
If I had it
I could sell it
And be a very
Rich one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes indeed but fortunately it is not for sale.