Walking with an anxious air
Curious, succumbs to fear
Reaching the road, staggering forward
Damocles staring up at the sword
He looks to his left ever so slight
Bitter disdain turns him back to his right
Once again there is nothing to see
Decades pass by without his bounty
Glancing at me he retreats once more
I hope he finds what he's looking for
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very interesting poem, that can be interpreted many ways. Left, right could be political views that he has disdain for or sees as empty. Mechanically well structured with an even melodic flow. Well written and thougth provoking.