...and his hair have gray,
Wrinkles, on a smile.
A face that he'll see,
Been here for awhile.
Mirror's of a man
Of words, unspoken
Where time has been gone
And now, a has been.
A sound was muttered
It speaks of his truth
And it's all that mattered
A child was his thought.
- April 24,2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem