Some people know the rhythm,
The correct inducements,
While others will just gulp,
And walk the corridors,
Trying to remember the words said
and regretting the unsaid,
Some men weep after the ordeal,
Others will laugh the drowsiness off,
They go filling the wells of argument,
receiving hugs
And resist the stagger
Some men enjoy the fanfare
The unusualness especially when things
quite usual make their sight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem