The stray cats teach me
About the hardness of my lines
About being out of control
About compassion for God's creatures
and what they suffer
These lines whisper aboout unspoken fear of not having enough
Returning to years of want protected only by dreams
It is a mystery this thing of making it through
We all want the Edsel's certainties
Forgetting Napoleon once manned a canon himself
On that long road to Saint Helena.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem