Sorrowfully watching youngsters play around, having fun,
enjoying every minute.
While I sit in aging moments, wishing my friend was here
with me.
Remembering the good times we've had together.
Joy, laughter, talks we had, wanting it all back.
In memories, walking, hoping, praying for an end to her
anger towards me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem