People walking past my room as I sit here in the hospital.
Each with their own story line and pattern of life, doing what they've thought was theirs to do.
Along the way, meeting others, finding ways of doing things and getting along in their own trials and sorrows through life.
Not always finding answers, yet always searching for some reprieve from their circumstances.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem