Treasure Island

Metin Sahin

(28.03.1943 / balı kesir turkey)


when I am well
and in my happy good days
many hands try to reach me
and try to shake my hands
they hang my picture
on the top corner
always to see
but when each time
the iron gates close on me
and when each time
behind the stone walls
I am obliged to reside
nobody lookks for me
nobody asks how I am
never mind
nothing to bother
nothing to worry
that is better this way
my loyal friends
in this way
I will only be grateful
and owe everthing to you
how are you all today
my human hands
excuse me
I also
In my good days
In my happy days
I neglect
and forget you too....?

Translation Metin ŞAHİN

Submitted: Monday, July 15, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 15, 2013

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