A minor illness
Sore throat running nose
Slight cough
And I am disordered
Unable to decide
Where and how to be alright-
So narrow is the reed
So vulnerable all this big hullabaloo
I make about myself
I wonder if the illness does not come
To show me again
How small and insignificant
This very important person to himself- truly is
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well written expression, sir Shalom....10+++++++++++++++++