I feel my old body so far away
I feel my old body so far away
Just like a sigaret in the astray
Who gives off his extreme smoke away
which nevertheless will see the next day
But my young soul don’t need an other may
Because my dutch takes english words to pray
And it seems to me the world fly’s away
While the heaven keeps all the words I say
As a poor poet I don’t need the airway
But I left everything to my fay
I’m only a pawn and I do not play
Why should I know that I am getting gray
Writing this poem to you I feel so gay
whithout a blind eye to make a delay
So I hope it’ll be never be a mislay
Otherwhise one can colt me anyway
Just like a sigaret in the astray
Who gives off his extreme smoke away
which nevertheless will see the next day
But my young soul don’t need an other may
Because my dutch takes english words to pray
And it seems to me the world fly’s away
While the heaven keeps all the words I say
As a poor poet I don’t need the airway
But I left everything to my fay
I’m only a pawn and I do not play
Why should I know that I am getting gray
Writing this poem to you I feel so gay
whithout a blind eye to make a delay
So I hope it’ll be never be a mislay
Otherwhise one can colt me anyway
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Innerchild: | Zondag, maart 20, 2005 15:59 |
| graag gelezen ... en dank je voor 't gedicht ! lentegroet / innerchild |
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| hiljaa: | Zondag, maart 20, 2005 09:07 |
| ik heb het allemaal verstaan! al kan ik niet goed engels lezen! prachtig! knufliefs--hiljaa-- |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Vermeersch Jean-Paul | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 20 maart 2005 | ||
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