were sown before I was born
in another man’s field
from the window of my small hut
I watched his mansions grow
the servants bringing news of the secret lives there led
the dalliance of love without effort
romance on the deck of a sailing ship
rendezvous and midnight soirees
Grand Balls at the Governor’s Palace
polo with the Prince on his chestnut steed
I often wondered had I been granted
the reins of fortune
without the means to suffer indignity
would I attend the play
take the mallet
with a mighty swing chuck
the troubles of this world
galloping through life with only the thought
to finish the day in
winning colors?
(Previously published in Some Words: A Place for Poetry, Aug.2004)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thou seekest the reigns of fortune sire how many hearts have this desire and wondered if the treasures sought would keep their head from off the block.