Marbles rolling around in my mind,
touching memories and images of yesterday.
Playing my mind like a pin ball machine,
with no regard to a sorrowful heart.
Joyfully recalling good times when younger,
catching on barbs of remembering, causing
tears to flow as a memorial of love, lost
long ago in death's embrace.
Marring the view and disturbing the image
into a blur of feeling - a heavy heart
trying to stand alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem