view life as a watermelon
red, juicy,
huge, and heavy
and you cannot carry it alone
or eat it alone
so you cut it into small pieces
and take it
moment by moment
because you know too well that
watermelons do not last that long....
..and to be happy
you better share some of it
even to persons
you have never known too well...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem