then dalila meets
ernie in new york and
there is no dull moment
with a long lost friend
who had remained a mystery
as he does not exist
in the memory of one
named gras
who loves pinky who
leaves danny for
a diony, and the
rumor goes on and on
about other people's
lives forgetting that
we too have our own
lack, misdeeds, omissions
but for the moment
we feel lucky
blessed, to the fact
that our miseries are
definitely less than
theirs
at least that is
what we think
to live a better life
to move on
with a happy face and
standing back bone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem