How in 33, three dacade 3 years.
All of a sudden, im writing poems.
Figuring out life, is base upon poems.
Every poem you read, has to deal with life.
How I came upon, this secret talent.
Unexpectedly I see, I have alot of stories to tell.
Maybe it's an accident of birth Derrick, and the poet you've become was always the poet you were meant to be? I usually avoid poems about poems, but this one attatched itself to me. So true that a new world opens up, to be talked about, and written about....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So true. You have a talent of observing yourself, which is rare in the world today.