I sit and drink and wait for my coffee
To be finished
In the midst of such a crowd
Can there be a poem?
Anxiety has overwhelmed me
I am afraid of meeting my Past again
The time is coming when my money
Will run out-
Everyone around me
Goes on
As if I do not exist-
They are right-
In a few years
I will be dust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem