so many things that you do
with so much pleasure with so much esteem
beyond money and awards
noble
when you drive yourself to your way home
at night on that long dark road
you hear music inside your heart
your fingers move upon a beat of indescribable pleasure
you are your best friend
in silence
when you arrive home there is no one there
no child greets you
you remove your shoes
undress
naked you hug your bed
soft pillow
you sleep like a dead man and when you wake up
the following morning
you become a new man, strong, and firm and smiling
to the sun by your window
there is no one here
you feel confident, God is so alive inside you
you have served Him well.
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I would like to translate this poem
Dear Ric, strong poem, strong faith, perfect. Alice