More than in the middle
so many I see
endless flecks
the sand at the sea.
Do this that the few
that are wise by the
time all is done
I am more than
confused.
I in my nativity thought
friends to trust
family to trust
learned others
to trust.
Yet all cannot be right for
the advise from all is
different.
How does one so discern
when some of there motives
not all but some
border on an evil
than eve's garden
the snake did so ask.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem