Staring into space, nothing focused, transparent heartaches
held within.
Thoughtful burial of life's second chance, turned around and
left on back steps fighting to survive.
Reprimands from eons ago, still engraved in sidewalks made for
harried travelers.
Homeless, walking for hours on end, no food, no friends.
A cause of peace and justice seems to be lost in today's world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem