El Viejo Poem by Steve Howard
El Viejo
My teeth sleep in a water glass,
my hair is falling out,
I have an everlasting hemorrhoid,
the shingles and the gout.
I get lost in my own kitchen,
but find the doorway by and by.
Just to find I'm in another room,
and can't remember why.
I know you think I'm whining,
but just wait you brash young pup.
One day you'll need to go lie down,
if you could just get up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/29/2024 6:07:25 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Quite funny. Well done!
Thanks very much Neil Stewart Mcleod. I appreciate it.