I am not like those persons that fly
But i still manage to get on
Some persons breezed passed me
But still i maintained my steady lonely motion
Some ambled by in fashion laced with grace
Still i stick with my motion.
My motion which is slow and cumbersome
Arduous and strenuous
Distract and repel friends
And often me on my lonely path.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem