Without a dream
to brace his steps
or an answer in his heart.
With no beginnings to inspire
and no endings clear in sight.
When the last
of all his burdens
creates a dozen more
and mornings become heavy
with the hows and whys
of sleepless nights
A man tries.
A man still tries.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem