pushing the wheel chair harder
the old man heaved
his poor body shook
his poorer heart spoke
silent pleadings it sent
get me a reprieve
give me an assurance
this young life
shall find his feet
he will be taken care of
he will laugh and be laughed along with
this he said
his voice shook
his daughter stood dumb
will she raise to the challenge? ? ? ?
will she brave the odds? ? ? ?
A great poem, like it. A great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Angels Of Peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
* blind street musician dum spiro – spero on the T-shirt * 'All the lonely people, where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where do they all belong? '