I take days lightly
Anguish my sworn enemy;
I revel on air
I clutch on silk straws
In coitus covered harems;
My vision fresh—fair
I tumble daily
Yet ascend with conviction;
Misery I bear
I suffer fools blind—
Of grace and fearless wisdom;
Impudence they dare
I hunger for just—
Deeds as well as decisions;
Harmony my prayer
I boast compassion
For poverty’s peerless pawns;
Righteous and aware
I slumber soundly
Keen to witness tomorrow;
Content and prepared
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is fair with us, so why should we be worried? You had just given us sound reminder Kenneth. Just great write.10 you got.