A somber stroll through parks delight,
Taking notice of natures landscape,
Ducks of summer, prepare winters arrival,
As I stroll, I ponder the lonesome walk...
Reflection of things today and futures hold,
reminiscent of ones lonely walk of yesterday,
A sadden heart......by deceptions hurt
of a simple plan not comprehend.
As his lonely walk commence with step,
Simple truths he would voice unaccepted,
Continually dealing with the murmur and complacency
of blinding eyes that just would not see...
He who had all placed in palm of hand,
Was seen in company of known harlot,
The well to do would scorn such action,
yet his heart filled a much greater need.
Imagine The simple plan of his love,
continually they pick and tare apart..
yet the simple truth of love he shares
is a path of chose not of demand.....
Reflecting upon his lonesome walk,
and the continual rejection of his voice..
has filled my heart with joyous sorrow
Yet comprehension of my own stroll
This is fine Work, Good Sir...Clean, Crisp and full of impassioned flavour. '''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR
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I would like to translate this poem
Deep thought given to this one Geoff, well done!