On the outside still
After all the years
Of trying to belong
On the outside still
And forever-
Belonging and yet not quite belonging
An old man
Watching the others dance
And hobbling his own little participation
Alone and yet not alone
Belonging somewhat
Singing with all his soul
His voice unheard
In the cacophony
An old man
Still.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful write, sir Shalom...10++++