Let us be two, you and I, when we talk
On diverse issues; or listen to a song,
Or when we (hope one day) go for a walk,
If in the woods, I usually skip along.
We are all so unique, so unlike.
It’s grand that each mind abounds
In different forms, never alike
When taking in pictures or sounds.
Let us be two when we laugh
You possibly aloud, I’ll chortle.
No one can do these on our behalf.
That rareness makes us immortal.
Each of us as the best likely present
Was given a genuine soul and mind.
Our first right is to stay different,
It would be dull if we’re all of a kind.
In one ‘act’ tho’ we can become the same,
Toss what’s different to reach the peak,
Just one act, both serious and a game
One that makes us both strong and weak.
Then, let us be one, soul and mind.
Then it does not matter who is right
It only matters our peps to bind
And keep fire in our hearts ever alight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem