Lonely for a moment
He enjoys the interlude.
'Thinking' is his hobby
No distraction must intrude.
Reminiscing on the good times
There were many in his life,
Living teenage years again
When happiness was rife.
Thoughts are his enjoyment
But he must rally round
And maybe seek employment
With two feet on the ground.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem