Forgotten identity...
The crab doesn’t fit his new shell
The old was the young
The young is too old
And the new is too vast
Fascinations fade...
The dolphin put away its magic tricks
Tricks are for charmers
He swims to deeper water
Becoming bored...
The gull perched patiently waiting dinner
Life in paradise is worse then it seems
And the hunt to find it turns to chore
Confessing defeat...
I can’t stand or swim
Like that crab shivering in the sand
I await the wave
To wash me away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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