There is oceanic race
All are ready to face
As they took part on it
All knew
Friendship is the ship
With a hole in it ….
I have a friend in an end stage of a deadly illness. I now grieve, believing I know something about what will happen to her. But of course, none of us knows. The grief I feel for the possibility of losing her is what this poem means to me right now. In another year I might feel and interpret it differently.
friendship is a ship with a hole, wonderful. selfishness is there. thanks.
in that race what makes the different is our relation to the hole in our ship some make it large and some cover your back and that make us all succeeded in that race well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ha ha ha friendship is like a ship.... strong tide of race makes a hole on it... wonderful thought...this is new kind of poetry of yours... enjoyed