Before I boarded my flight
the man asked me if I was alright
In his hand he held a younger me
Clean shaved, short hair
Before him stood a ragged man
with hair across his face,
an attempt at a beard,
a wild mess atop his head, no attempt at neatness
The man looked up and down
at what was before him,
then looked again at the picture
He asked if I was alright, I didn´t answer
and proceeded to my flight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem