For lack of comprehension
misrepresentation
unable to understand
simplistic voice so
Said paths of bricks fork
in the road
Could't recognize loving
garden in shade view
landscape trees
abound
high around
Birds filled with sound
Bald eagle returns
to nest with feed
for her young
Hawk riding thermal draft
seeking said same
For there about competition
yes no fight
dishonesty not their way
no clouds can obscure
such things as they
To those whom watch
for the sake of others
no doubts simple
is all that I am
The aforementioned fork
I now have reached
no tranquility in such
choice
I know the correct fork
is all I do hope now
for let it all hope not be
for nought
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm reading this and thinking that you're telling us, in a way, that our quality of life, how we turn out etc., is all about the 'choices' we make. Lots in here to ponder on. imho ~~~~mm. :)