When he had reached the top of the stairs
The reflective panel stood before his eyes.
He saw in it his own reflection as well as
The image of another who stood at the
Top of the stairs as well who also stare.
He turned around and walked down the
Stairs saying only 'Later.' as he decended.
The other spoke saying 'Sometimes we just
Don't know anything at all.' - He paused.
'Not to worry, The Sun rises in the West today. Onward.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem