Our temptations are subject to galloping.
This heart pitter-patters like a toy tin-car
roaring ready to go, without any damning,
right or wrong prepared for exemplar-
high octane speeds in a black sports Jaguar.
All previous; impeccability, good nature
due to some sins; lechery - avarice, envy, pride
have been car-wrecked in a drunken clatter
truth, all our iniquities don't matter. 'Mewing
we drive along for what's-leased rewarding.'
We all drive along for what's leased rewarding' All are driving to eternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A thoughtful poem, nicely penned......................................