And I am lonely
for that kiss
that never came
And I am sorry
for that wish
that never saw
And I am only
in this way
whatever was
And I am happy
for this day
because it is
And I am worry
as I sight
a mother's tear
And I am hurry
as I write
a nation's fear
And I am wonder
as I hold
a newborn child
And I am thunder
when I hear
it was abused
And I am sorrow
when I'm told
it died from cold
And I am horror
as I fight
away from home
And I am knowing
all of strife
refrain to die
And I am slowly
come of age
in life's long rage!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And I am slowly come of age in life's long rage! - - - - - - - - - - -> not even Shakespeare could write a better line than these