He cannot taste the freedom
Of walking once again
The days and nights may come
His legs feel no more pain.
Like a candle melting slowly
His life just ebbs away
And fleeting Hope may swiftly
Leave words he cannot pray.
Illness had brought him there
Imprisoned in his wheelchair
The chains although unseen
Is his permanent affair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have really struck a nerve with this one Cynthia. The stark reality for so many in this world. Excellent work, just excellent.