…And Like a father
A refugee sometimes
may feel sad, depressed or weak
from work and toil
that must be done
to make life complete.
A father often takes the time
to keep his child happy
while refugees must brave the sea
in pursuit of liberty.
A refugee like fathers often times
must sadly leave
unannounced while off to work
in far away lands they travel
to make ends meet.
So next time you happen
to walk past a tattered man
though scraggy he may seem
take time to share and understand
why this way he has come to be.
Fathers sometimes are refugees in need
who from their homes had to flee
to countries yonder and
distant lands without their family.
The simple, quiet, solitary man who has no food to eat
could be a father in need of a hand
or arm on which to lean.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem