that is life.
the mother is breastfeeding
her baby on the bus,
the father is holding the
back pack of clothes.
the driver is looking beyond
towards a common
destination.
an old man holds to his
cane.
his grandson holds on
to his toy.
the man beside you
soon shall get out
of the bus.
and then you are left
on your own
figuring out next what
to do with your life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem