Sun goes down, pole light on.
I take a stroll to the pool,
But what do I see...
"The other me."
A boy, five-foot-six, grin on his face.
Behind him, the faces of those he deceived.
A pile of trophies covered in tears.
The placards addressed to "the other me."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The other me. Behind him, the faces of those he deceived. A self-revealing poem. self-reflection which makes the reader think a lot. thank you. tony