SHAKING MAN
Now man shakes in his shoes,
He does not fetch a sigh of joy,
Grief is mirrored in his face,
His charm of life goes to the wind,
So unless man disarm themselves
their rainbow dream of world peace
will ever crumble to dust
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As long as that pot of GOLD is there? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?