His mother a poetical soul
his father a macho and all
animus and anima
in constant errand
elevator pitched
and made career
on life he staged
he was engaged
and there he was so near
to figure out identity
and what he had to fear
king Cool played fool
and knew no rule
but roles he did
ignited than hid
he never build his nest
and may in peace he rest
a man so hard in quest.
29-03-2015 Madrason
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem