Remember when a self loathing,
And feelings of defeat...
Were attention getting empathy grabbers?
And someone would approach with eyes dancing,
To convince that life was such a joy to live.
Do you remember being lifted from your woes like that?
By such genuine caring.
I hope those days are long gone for you.
I wouldn't try that 'woe-is-me' stuff today!
People are not so patient.
Today...
Any expression of feeling down and out,
Just may be enough incentive...
For someone to help you both find a quick way to end it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem