5
we offer our love:
coffee, beds, a one-night home -
it is not enough
6
tonight I pretend
you are my kin - tomorrow
I shall sleep alone
7
tonight we give you
our seven hours of duty -
who will give you love
8
everything you own
lies with you on the floor - who
would choose emptiness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very powerful, compassionate and stirring poem. Thank you for your insight on this subject.
Thanks, Cap'n. Much appreciated.