Two sides of a coin
Still dark
In morning
I stop behind lights.
She has right of cross
I stare; as always.
Women are flowers
Must be watched
(But of touch?)
Slowly and shyly,
Tired or bashfully,
Skin pale, her cheeks rose,
Feel her eyes are blue;
Or green?
Her walk is turtle-ly.
The long coat is of fur
It is thick and grey
Suddenly I notice
Her right hand is a log
Motionless; hanging down!
My heart falls!
Marv, friend, comes to mind;
Have lost him for long time.
Sick is he, Alzheimer.
They found him when wandered
On bridge, unaware
Of reason, location.
They gave him bracelet
So ended in indoors
And indoors and indoors.
Where is he taken to?
One tries hard to live!
Another in to…? Die?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem