I want the best of life for you
but you too must understand
what I can do
you must be patient and do
what you can-
I can't create the fruits
I may create space
for you to stand but I can't
become the legs
you must run the race
on your own and be
what you dream
the redness of mars
and the whiteness of moon
merge in you
you have worlds to conquer
and miles to go, my dear
you must rear the goose
and have the gold each day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem