I wish that I was wise enough
to know a deed or a simple word
to undo and unwind what I have said
and who I have been up until this point
I wish redemption was a nursery rhyme
the kind you learn as a child
and forgiveness was something your withered heart
could never live without
yet all I know is that I have no clue
how a man should start trying
to change his ways before he faces
the inevitability of dying
well, blind I will force my lazy feet
to move down cobbled streets
deaf I will force my tardy soul
to fight and persevere
for light that you have shown me oft
and shared with me daily
though dimmed by my crippled mind
is the light that I'm still yearning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it. We all yearn for some thing mines Inner peace. Take a look at my two new ones. The indian man and boy to a man its a true Story