Discard what defines you,
discover a range
beyond what confines you,
be challenged by change.
Embrace it, be cruel
to those who predict
there can’t be renewal
of paths you have picked,
redundant as peelings
of Idaho spuds,
the shell of your feelings,
like stick-in-the muds
that once they’re discarded
can let you surprise
the world, unretarded
by habit and lies.
4/6/00
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This one really makes you think Gershon. Very well done. Sincerely, Mary