Two of us
We had slices of cake
And wine, four glasses;
From the jar and bottle.
He left and behind him
Is the past we remember
Long, long ago, in Laredo…
And our recent talks…
We, two cadets from Iran
Had shoulder pads as rank
Not yet any star…
We were the would-be pilots
At that time…
Now, after years
A lot has happened;
We are immigrants,
Unsettled and Settled!
We feel closer than ever…
We had slices of cake
And wine, four glasses;
From the jar and bottle.
Working hard for others
We keep track of our pride
That is hard, hard, very hard…
They, the narrow-minded people
The wealthy owners and managers
Are dumb, are in dark and are unaware…
We are
Experts, hard workers
And
Most of all, intelligent…
But?
But what to say of them?
But…what…what…what?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem