I saw man pale; cold
walking slowly up road
slung across his shoulder
bag full of heavy tools
bending his back; horseshoe
I pity him for rest is due
in silence I wish him luck
maybe find a lighter task
for I sense intense agony
deep in him weakening a day
yet he tried to step a ladder
too stiff even those younger
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely structured and an excellent word picture