I get lost in the space of my mind, I travel to places back in time.
I have walked the tracks, balance on the rails, skipped along on the crossties, listened for the rumble of the coming train and watched as it rumbled by.
I walked the miles without shoes burning my feet on the hot pavement. For the life that life has given me, I would never trade.
Like balance on the rail friendship, is a wonderful balance and like skipping the crossties stepping over what gave me pain.
Listening for the rubble of the great advise that so many have gave.
The burning with out shoes, a reminder of greater paths to take.
I love the life and the love and friendship and the balance of life, and losing myself in the space of my mind to recall what life has gave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem