The short time that a fish struggles for life, while it flops helplessly on a dry wooden dock is a pain equivalent to the fear of change. Or like a grown male lion, torn from the vast wilderness, separated from his family and all he has ever known of a world, and locked someplace in a prison of a cage. It’s not the fear of change….It’s the pain.
Just the thought of losing you Jody makes my soul cry and weakens my spirit. The thought of having to go through this world alone, living without your love…pains me indescribably. It’s not the fear of change, …it’s the pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem