With infinite pride I live out my life way,
despite what the puppeteers sneeringly say.
I roam with no path fully free of their strings.
Living for life, not material things.
I'll love forever with distaste in return.
Despite her rejection I fervently yearn.
She looks at me with unease in her eyes,
'cuz the heartache in mine I refuse to disguise.
To have someone to love fuels the joy in my soul.
With so much to live for my cup's always full.
As with all my endeavors, I will follow life through,
and I expect that my death will come right on my cue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WOW................beautifully written....consider it as one of my favorites.. :) good one