Rhythmically listening and rocking to particular
sounds of yesterday, solving problems still
standing in pathways of life.
Giving up and deciding to pass them up, while
finding a way around each of them in turn.
Swallowing the pride I used to have, compromising,
and at times letting someone take over the reins.
But not for very long, because I can't handle the
feeling of being dependent on another.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem