There are certain things you notice
When you walk down any street
I'm not talking about the nasty things
You step in with your feet
I'm talking of the people
Who use a mobile phone
Who seem to wander left & right
As if they have no home
You follow them but you're not sure
Which way they will go next
You wish they would just move aside
While they make that important text.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this one. You might like mine, titled 'The Greatest Gift'