A while ago i came upon an old man by the road,
Drew out his arm, exposed his palm, just how it was to beg;
I turned my head so purposely his eyes i have not seen,
And dropped a coin onto his hand so not to touch the skin;
Perhaps it is the fear to see and feel ourselves in them...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An observation of the human condition. Thanks for sharing