If you stand in line
You'very got to be fine
When you are not there,
even on the face of the earth,
your name will sign you out,
withe one word, posthumously.
Break it down tothese time delays
cost us some dignity for they come
when we have gone.
This car, rickety and old reads,
'MAma's baby, not married but
still looking.'It drives around
looking for you. You meet by accident,
then labels follow you. Posthumously.
On roads far away are your dreams.
EveryBody Knows You Left IN this,
'not married but still looking,
now you really are the baby.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem