If we could see our outer selves,
Through the eyes of the young and their innocent wealth.
Remove the knowledge and the gathered years,
De-stain the mind with the wasted tears.
Under the skin and up the nose,
The blood, the air, the traveller goes.
A job, a career, a great big house,
Strong as an ox, or weak as a mouse,
All of us enter, all of us part,
Shut off the mind, and follow the heart.
Daniel I really like this one.... Does it ever have the rhythm and rhyme....Good work.... quite an active mind with imagination still in good stead. Need more of that in this old world. You certainly are an original.. I enjoy your art.... Thanks for the invite...................Jim Troy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
true words form the heart and soul