I need to wash my windows!
There is a filmy grey of haze.
But would it make my view any better?
then the one my windows now gave?
Would I see the trees green of leaf?
Would it clean the world of pain and greed?
If I washed the film from these panes of glass?
Would it bring my eyes a much cleaner view to see?
I can see out of everyone just fine!
But my reflection viewed, looks so unkind.
Might it be my souls window, needs a cleaning more?
than those dirty windows, that I thought before?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem