Halsho Zangana (27-Jan-1994 / Kurdistan - Sulaimani)
The Story Of An Old Man
A ten years old, curious boy asked an old man:
'Hey mister, why have you grabbed, under your weak shoulder, a cane? '
The old man answered with eyes staring at the view of sun's abate:
'Son as there are no dears left for me, and every second I get older.
In a moment or two in this one day age, they all left to border.
No dears except a wooden stick!
I always carry beneath my shoulder.
It stands beside me when I'm putting
My life between it's hands, yet it is showing
me the true image of loyalty,
though I know that there comes one day
when this bane can hold
no more shame from this look of wan,
no more this ugly image,
that time have given this man.'
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