Walking slowly on a twisting path
A man looking at a half empty glass
You would not see him if you passed
A ghost of life’s eternity
Yet still a living entity
Your pity no he does not want
Explaining why you see him not
Still he travels that same trail
For reasons explanations fail
Suddenly he comes to a halt
A choice before him O no not thoughts
For the path now it seems to split
Confused he simply stops and sits
Decisions no he could never make
Scared of causing any mistakes
I wonder if you asked him now
What he regrets most. Somehow
I think he’d say to you or me
“I’ve made no mistakes as you can see
But have never lived nor laughed nor cried
I shall always speculate till the end of time
If no mistakes mistakenly
Created a regretful eternity”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well express good write