A Stone On The Road... Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

he walked proud and pale.
peeking at stars up in the air.
intended to knock them.
best, with his nose.

he couldn't see the beauty around.
for him roses didn't smell.
nothing suited him.
he looked at everything diagonally.

as once he has stumbled over the stone
which lay on the ground.
and dawned to him
that the fate, lightly had affected him.

and that more firmly is able.
if he doesn't change.
today it is already a man other,
through one innocent stone...