I can't hold your hands,
To take you various lands,
To show what places are suitable,
when You are on your own,
Walking independent as the fierce lion,
To rule the territory of your own home,
You know where to go in Snail or Swift speed,
What to and not to mess with your might,
Where to be quiet as the humble Stock,
Standing on its one leg for the right fish,
Of opportunity that comes to its own mouth,
You are the prince of the Renaissance world,
I let you go further and further to seek the truth,
I let you go to fulfill all your desire and fortitude,
Be careful when you decide something big and trivial,
A moment of confusion may take a long time to be cleared,
viewed the mother's heart, as the infinite love of Her child...so touching and alluring to give of what is Love of a Mother...a star and a 10/10
A wonderful poem on the choices we make...when we are on our own. I particularly like the punch in the last stanza. Be careful when you decide something big and trivial, A moment of confusion may take a long time to be cleared, A beautiful poem. Thank you. Paul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.