it is sometimes a thought that comes to my mind
that in your work as tour guide of this mountain and searesort
you only earn less, hence not enough for a decent living
you are telling us that you have three kids to feed
and your wife is just at home because of sickness and
there is no other work here for you to earn a much
deserved wage
here toowe are trying to enjoy the sea, and the lake and the
ever green mountains, the rocks that rise to become cliffs
the clouds that give us stories for their shapes and colors
the view and the serenity of the place had taken us away
from the daily stress of our lives in the big city where
we make our money
like you we too are struggling from the daily hazards of living
the depression that comes and from which we know not how to manage
here we are spending our time and savings to have a good time
and seeing you smiling despite the hard times of your life makes
us feel, i am telling your again, that life is still square and fair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem