he wandered there a lonely man,
along each broad causeway.
and every hand that helped him up,
the other slipped away.
his arm by you was hard too pull,
while currants warm abound.
he wandered there a lonely man,
and now he's there too stay.
Hi, iip, - So fine, It is remarkable part, lonely have surprisingly - strong gravitation...10... Tsira
This is a good example of irony of fate in life! Well said in a brief poem!
I really love this poem; it has such fluid language and even a rhyme. Just perfect. You never cease to amaze with your increasing powers of invention.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
gut wrenching way to proceed, but we have to...I adored the title, reminded me of The Daffodil Poem...my first introduction to poetry. Great work. Wishing you a comforting weekend Smiling at you Tai