Lincoln Road is fine on Sunday
Strolling with a newfound friend
Sipping on a latte grande
Checking shops around the bend
In the blinding tropic sunshine
Vendors hawk exotic wares
Much like on the day my lifeline
Tore and almost broke with care
T'was a day much like this noonday
As I walked among such wares
On that very charming walkway
World renowed bright thoroughfare
Colors, flowers, palm trees taunted
As I walked with mission grim
Or did they reach out to comfort
As my loved one was turned in?
If your heart breaks for a dear soul
Who is much too sick to fend
all the pressures of the noonday
Or the hauntings of the night
And you have to take some action
Long withheld for fear and dread
May I wish for you a setting
Filled with flowers to the brim
Lincoln Road is fine on Sunday
Strolling with a newfound friend
Sipping on a latte grande
Checking shops around the bend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Liilia, Liilia, my heart was with you retracing your steps the day 'your lifeline tore and almost broke with care' only someone who has had 'to take some action' would truly understand those lines, delighted you could walk there again with a 'newfound friend' in happier times, a masterpiece of expression! Bravo!