We slip on the snails
Who we did not see
As we tread upon the tarmac
Absorbed in our own misery.
Crunch, a shell is broken
As rainfall patters down
But still we keep on walking
Wearing that stupid frown.
We slide upon the sludge
That seeps from broken life
It's only when we trip over
That we realise we are alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem