"adalbert" poems
Thank you,
for cleaning up my room
it was dark and full of gloom
until you came
gently picked up the trash
and did a few spins to me singing jazz
I too tried
to clean up your mess
we both were full of
emptiness
Times have changed
and I still sing jazz
but now you have left
and my room is a mess
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 6:40 PM UTC