Looking out into space, thoughts filling this brain,
touching synapses and neurons steadily, not ever
giving in to defeat or depression.
They have absolutely no place in this poet's being
no matter what may happen on paths of destiny, think-
ing constantly of happy days.
Remembering the past with Grandparents and family
members, forever keeping memories of those days safely
tucked within upon photographic screens.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem