How do I feel?
May I answer in a prayer.
Sick in the heart but well in the head
Why sick in the heart, pray tell, I ask.
For this is such an arduos task.
Then go for a journey and fill a flask
Go their quietly, but do not ask
For man does many a thing from his soul
That’s money well spent, on the whole.
Come back and return with a smile,
But tell no one of your miles.
For no one will ask
No one will tell
No one but yourself of your lonely hell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem