Short steps and strides
Make me do different paces;
Accelerated brisk walk and run
Make me leave the traces.
Reaching my dreamed goal though
Needs me to look back at my marks;
Only those tracks of righteousness
Will let me walk in the parks.
So hard to take the course
If it is covered with thorns and bushes;
Avoid the path of wickedness
To reach the end without rashes.
Sound ways and mature means
Usually put me away from heartbreak;
Run and walk matter not
If I choose each step that I take.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very astounding poem, sir Bernard.