In Life's turbulent, murky, waters,
As we think and feel and ponder,
I cannot but somehow wonder,
What would be greatest delight?
I have come to the conclusion,
That Life's mostly false illusion,
Confusion, mixed with fright,
But one thing is pure and noble,
The miraculous ability,
To communicate Emotion,
Thru Art and Love's devotion,
Being Poetry in motion,
The troche bearer of emotion,
For the soul, sweet guiding light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem