the dream we pursue
still slips like
fish from our palms
slimy and wet and
full of life fresh from
its habitat at sea
as you let go of it like a friend you
promise yourself from its
failures to capture at least one for the
moment to make life
bearable to finally make
yourself say that i for once know how
to end a misery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good stuff, Ric...Flows like one of those fishies on its way up for vittles...Erudite storyline gives the Reader an all-so-true life scenario to chew on and muse upon.~FjR~