May the world rub shoulders with you in friendship?
May its Seven seas buoy us up in comradeship?
May the celestial stars in heaven shine upon you?
May these mountains fade behind your shadow?
And guide your every footstep on a righteous path
And of scars, how many must we carry, I ask you…
Does not the weight of it make us all desperadoes?
How many tears spilt make an ocean, do the math.
Each, in turn, has ventured on some self-destruction
Reaching deep within ourselves, then turned around
Having aptly sailed a ship called The Sins of Seduction
We've hit icebergs, and at some point, run-aground.
… Wrote with stick our own, desperate SOS, come, get me.
Here, let these damn, sad egos of mine be drowned.
There's been a part of me waiting like some detainee
Another part of me, a chaperone, always harbour bound.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so, mark, today's member poem of the day got me reading your stuff. particularly since you say you have limited education, i'm impressed with things i'm finding. it looks to me like you have a talent for poetry. i this one i like may the world rub shoulders with in in friendship may its seven seas buoy us up in friendship and another part of me, a chaperon... good stuff. good imagination. glen kappy