The ticket to my life
Sadek
Not to look back was my firm determination
But to move towards the sun
And collect the bits and pieces my path
Cupped in both my hands
The self confidence of the boat of time
Beside the sun I sit, leg spread.
But opening my hand I find
The few pieces of straw mix with mud.
very interesting poem could it be you're are mud hut builder at one time? ? ? ?
And those pieces of straw and mud, that could be useful than silver spoon and gold dust in your life....because it is only be a very valuable when it give us great helper to do something, more than just an entice thing....we never know that the lil thing we get is actually greater than what we really want, bigger than what we really see....so keep your life determine no matter what in your hands have inside
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely conceived and written, Sadek