i feel like its my folt everyday in dec. he helped me thought every thing i went thought but is it my folt. part of me thinks is but part of me thiks it is but i cant know for shere. right now i know it is my folt it just is and i know it is i am sorry joe i am sorry: (
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think you've composed a sorry poem in the memory of Mr Joe. Nice write.