today i remember
mr. fred
my professor
in one of those
english
electives,
he is a poem
of rain
of hair and rain
between us
barriers between
barriers
rain that blurs
trees
and glass windows
inside the
theater he reads
a poem of rain
those who listen
cry
but he didn't he
kept on reading until
it ended
and those who
listened intently
carried by the
sound of the rain
never felt that
end
he has a beard
uncut
a fat body
he walks slowly
slower than a snail
people who do not
know him
think that he is
a sick man
today i remember him
he died at an early
age
his only daughter
at four
leaving a beautiful
and lonely
and mourning wife
we are stunned at
the news
and the rain never
stops.....
rain is beautifully sad
it haunts us
inspires us to live some more
and be beautiful
at most....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem