i hope you have read about the man
who came to the office late
somewhere in New York
on such a blessing in disguise
he never became one of those numbers
counted as casualties
in that tower bombing, and can't we say then
sometimes
being late is a hidden virtue
God's way of having to care for you
placing you away from the
clutches of that inevitable
death....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem