Milling around, watching people and their individual quirks; eating, drinking, talking, catching up on the news, whatever it may be.
Idle gossip flying about in regards to bike runs and charity do's.
All of one heart, taking life seriously, knowing it is shortened every moment.
Hoping to gather enough purpose before the last sunset buries them on a future horizon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem