I keep a poem in my pocket
holding on as I go
I open and I turn it
asking what it knows
If we meet
in the street
I may pass it to you
Put a poem in your pocket
friend sage so true.
I keep a poem in my pocket
holding on as I go
I open and I turn it
asking what it knows
If we meet
in the street
I may pass it to you
Put a poem in your pocket
friend sage so true.
great poem
Thank you, mukul. =;-)
welcome