Someone, somewhere
maybe, not everywhere-
shall refuse to say, grace.
Shall not - step forwards ever.
Or bow their heads in prayer.
God knows I have
But it will come, inadvertently,
just as involuntary, maybe-
of these others somewhere
as a bout-of-bronchitis.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very beautiful presentation, my dear, thanks.