seems like the hardest thing
a man can do
after a lifetime of battles,
triumphs and losses,
loving and losing...
is to dropp everything he has,
everything he knows, and
believes in
at the door...
and walk out into the rain...
alone and naked, with his
eyes, heart, and hands open,
and no expectations!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem