After I saw
A picture of
A child missing
On a flood-light
Pole-
I thought to myself,
'There's something else missing'
& I remembered that I had
Prayed that day
& I remembered that I had
Done the laundry
& Then, while
Walking down the
Same street
I saw her-
I saw the child
& I saw a car coming
As she crossed the street
My way-
& I put my hand out to warn
Her-
When, suddenly-
The car hit her-
& That was the last
Day I prayed-
For, A man like
Me ought to be brave-
People have bigger problems
Yeah, I'm okay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good write, being brave and trusting oneself and ones fellow humans is in reality the here and now and involves no wishful thinking. Courage always to proceed alone.