Winter sun of treachery's skulking sleuth
Low malcontent blinding horizons eyes
Wizened core longing dissipated youth
Voiding time each embezzled day a spoof.
Promises of progress keep hopes alive
Terminal ideals, euthanised by lies
Searching surreptitiously still abides
Clues disclosed, released the axiom flies.
From its beak a sprig with seeds falls to ground
Founds and roots, and an idyll casts new shade
Proponents nurture fruit and share it 'round
Returning Sun a beacon of right made.
Change is gradual, easy to accept,
No Great Leap Forward, just glacial progress.
Danny Draper
9/5/2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem