My latest poem which is entitled and is about Beckett's play Waiting For Godot.
Waiting For Godot
Not long.
We'll fly high,
when Godot arrives.
I won't lie, then.
Each plan will enact.
Dominoes fall.
A better world for all.
A hero, repsected.
Me.
It can't be long
until Godot comes.
All is ready, for then.
So we wait.
