A general for the Shah in Iran, escaped and is now
just like any other person here in the United States.
Elderly, with a fantastic history, many memories held
quietly of the past - it's excitement and terror,
combined in one place.
Yet with sounds of music, pulling at his soul, he
rises from his seat and walks out to the dance floor
to join others having fun.
All of them enjoying what's left of their lives and
existence on earth.
Tempo of melodies touching his being, awakening the
beat of his heart as it flows from his feet in gentle
swaying rhythm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem