Under the dirty eyes of abandonment, watching people who
have used and left others stranded.
Alone, waiting for answers, wondering what was done to
cause this predicament.
Sinful habits tried on innocent children, but they do not
fit.
Oversized and sloppy, too grown-up for a little child to
be trying on.
Desire to live falls forlornly on the wayside of trust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem