Every word of this,
Brings with it some thought.
To pick and select,
Which ones to piece together...
Seamlessly.
As if the doing was custom made.
With a hope one day,
You will come to appreciate...
What for you has been done.
To understand and comprehend,
If you were not my interest...
My words to select,
Would have no purpose to serve.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aloha Lawrence... We are not worthy... Those of US who would pass on the chance to respond to this bit of humanity... A calling up through all hopelessness that just a few would comprehend what a thinking mind would put to pen... every word with thought seamlessly if custom made my purpose to serve A bit of the old senryu to celebrate the obviousness of your gist... in a non-twisted, polite and simplistic, comprehendible prose... Bravo... all of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two