He has gone far
from where he has been
With a sack full of hopes
and a suitcase of dreams
He went to where
others won't dare
Four decades it was
of struggles on end
Though stakes are high
he gambled for a win
But luck to him was
not a friend
His loss outweighed
a handful of gain
Now he is back
to the place he was born
Battle-scarred, so forlorn
the game of life he lost
No family, friends or home
only a space six feet under
to rest his weary soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Real ink.Sad truth about struggle of life.