It finally unfolds
And it`s finally told
Fertile soil conceive
The teller has told
The reflection of lit fire they surround illuminates their eyes
And a seed of hope is beared as God` s vision goes shy
To better tomorrow
Tomorrow thats wrapped by the arms of stinginess
Tomorrow that`s filled with uncertain depths
That profoundly direct our armours to fleshy aims beared by a breathy truth
That`s tomorrow
As they disperse
It finally unshackles
From the grey bottom arise green regrets
He watches
With both hope and short-sight
He smiles
He`s preached
Nothing he should learn from
The light in their huts fade
As they now dream
He stands
With all his three feet
Two of them as old as he
The truth has not offered shelter from reality
A tear drops from dimmed eyes
As he walks
The same path he has his whole life
Back in his hut
On a bed that cushions not the bumps of sweat
He seats
He prays
He smiles
He remembers
How the scarecrow kept the invader away from the grain
Forgetting to water it and leaving it for the sun to drain
Regrets are late
It`s time for supper and Hope is served
Old teeth can not chew that bait
The page is no longer blank
When its time for the last blink
God` s eye open
His shut
Wake up! the birds chirp
Welcome St Peter says
How are you my son, Jesus whispers
What have you done with the muscle I gave
I preached, Carpe Diem is what i said
Enter the pearly gate He said
Crown of wood over your head
Gold and Silver your muscle has not earned
Wake up! the little kids call
Body cold all has halt
Young tears drop
All the way back to the place of fire
They see the preacher` s tear
The sun couldnt drain
There he planted a grain
Mother is calling
It` s breakfast time
Hope is served.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very touching...very touching indeed.