They step into the water and float across the pool
Their bulk, defying gravity, but me they cannot fool
They try to walk the bottom but their mass keeps them afloat
They’ll never sink and when they swim they’re just like human boats.
From waddling ducks to graceful swans though most have sagging skin
They can’t look in their mirrors to see the state they’re in
Some dress up down by the pool in the latest fashion trends
As lovers strolling hand in hand watch others walk with friends.
It’s a gallery, a photo-shoot, a cat walk for beginners
From young to old and in between, all are saints or sinners.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem