Meeting people through our lifetimes is our purpose
in life as we are put in their pathways to give a
smile, hog or soulful love on the way to our passing.
Caring is worn into our wrinkles as we carry it
around on our faces, proud to be humbled, elated by
touching personalities, mixing their memories and
images with our visions of remembering photographically.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem