Been here watching
night getting long.
Traffic noise light
for a change
spot a few stars
through window
as they brush Robie ridge.
Room's quiet
can even hear train
going by other side of town.
Things still go on
with me here
in bed feeling sorry.
Well better to know
at least the ego
doesn't over inflate much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem