The idiot liked to turn his troubles into rocks
and skim them across the river
smiling as they sank below the surface
hoping he would never see them again
As each one sank it joined its fellows
and a dam was slowly built up from them all
the river spilled over its banks
threatening to drown anyone close by
Eventually he had to act and asked a bud for assistance
his friend helped him break the dam down
shattering the stones in the process
allowing the water to resume its course
Don't turn your problems in to rocks
in order to skim them away
face them head on and see them crushed
before they spill over to flood your existence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem