So who do you look down on?
There's dirt you don't see
When light shines through the trees
Your craft and your creation lacks
And I wonder what it takes
To get you down the stairs
To feel the wind in your hair
And get your hands dirty again
Who do you look down on?
Nice emotion expressed here Robin...i like your stance with words...strong 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful expression I love it.