Adam
Out in the cold
Where there is no air
And no-one to share
He travels alone
From a far off place.
He gives a sigh
And wonders why
This must be done
To elevate man.
But he'll be gone
When she bears his son
And she will not grieve
For these half apes
Who will populate the land
Cannot understand.
Goodbye, dear Eve.
A thoughtful and interesting set of ideas worked into a pleasing poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And she will not grieve For these half apes Who will populate the land Good bye dear Eve, I don't know, what man will make of man! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! I see a deep dig in your lines. CP