Screens of football games running back and forth,
being ignored by many people, listening instead
to a band of music, ringing around their minds.
Tossing us out into spaces of rhythm, we inter
ourselves inside the beat of daily living, keeping
to nature's ways.
Unforgiving tunes, playing endlessly in our thought
processes, even after we have heard our final themes
in scores of musical bliss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting............