LOVE IS A WALKING STICK

The old man trusts his body

  to a piece of metal or wood

Not as his god or anything 

But as a prop to hold him up

The injured man does the same.

Alas, love is a walking stick 

Sturdy, reliable

With you every step of the way

Unrelenting, every night and day

Sometimes, the stick may break

And the rider is thrown 

Whose fault is that, 

Is it the stick? 

Even if it were, a man gets another one

And the journey resumes again. 

Be as it may, whether strong or unreliable

It's not about the form, but the matter.

Hear the spirit of the guide,

The essence of the walking stick 

Is to be with you, to support you;

Love is the walking stick of life,

To be with you every step of the way...

04/01/24