As I walk across the world
I do not as a man,
but as an observer
of everything that lives
and walks across the land.
From the smallest to the largest
my eyes see them all,
their daily struggles
and unwanted pitfalls.
I see the joy and the sadness,
the love and the hate,
the sorrowing brows
as they await some sad fate.
I wish I had arms
big enough to hold them all
and give comfort to all that fall,
but I am just an observer
who can only write and share
all that my eyes see
and my heart wants to care for.
19 June 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem