T shirt
The weather report says:
"The too young, and elder
Don't go out…is danger…"
Warning is of the cold
As well as wind-blow.
It is cold and people
Hide in parka, jacket
But I am different
Possibly brainless
Since I wear a T shirt!
Everyone looks at me
With wide eyes, like asking
A never asked question:
"Have you lost your senses? "
Went with an old friend
That joined me for beer
To walk him to his car.
Before, said to some man:
"I am child of mountains
Where weather was tougher
For the hunters, shepherds
Whose life was disaster! "
Found them knowing city
Women-like and sissy.
Turned my back to them and
Came home as does a man,
Stubborn and proud, strong
But not a selfish or patriarch.
I behaved as men of the plains:
"Be brave and accept nature's hell
Yet must give hand of help to others,
If in need, being men or women,
Eyes closed on colours and the race."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem