If people listened to comprehend,
With an understanding to exchange...
There would be fewer people observed,
Using an assortment of crutches...
Walking sticks and adjustable canes.
To depict with assistance...
Their daily ailments felt to share.
With a validation of opinions given by others.
While doing their best to limp through life,
Re-creating what they believe...
Is an acceptable performance to be approved.
There then would be more people on the scene,
Feeling freer to smile with less suspicion.
And, enjoying their lives too.
'Yes.
Good morning to you.
I'd like to have a cup of coffee with cream and sugar.
A slice of cake.
And if I may...
I'd like to look through your new selection of canes?
Although,
There is one on display in the window I would like to test.
The one with the marble handle and golden tip.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem