The Ricochet Poem by Bryan Taplits
The Ricochet
You never know just how
the ball will hit the wall
and re-bound its way toward you,
You just hope it doesn't cast a trick
and not do
what it could do.
So I hit it this time towards the wall -
that's all! -
with a young man's grand effusion.
And back it came
but it was not the same;
at the first I thought it a grand shot-
but now I see it was just an illusion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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