You gave me the big hands
Mom and Dad!
I am worried as I have no voice
And I am far away to utter a lullaby
Beside your sleeping den!
Still I am crawling in the rat race of life
And this participation is useless
For a silver cup and an invalid certificate of death!
*To travel hopefully is better than to arrive.
-Sir James Jeans
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem