A weight of too much,
for a simple want...for nothing but light to touch.
Is the burden....of life on me.
A last branch left...on an old dying tree.
Another storm...and it may forever...no longer be,
a burden no more...on the life on me.
On the shoulder of a giant,
mostly fallen, but in part still defiant.
The lenght of lifes branches...you see,
is just...yet another burden, on the life on me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem