Harboring feelings of loneliness and emptiness so I never
forget the way they made me develop intellect and character
throughout the years.
Somber ideas gather, relating stories of times when they
were foremost in life.
Center stage, setting up moments to cry into chalices of
aloneness.
Walking down one lane paths, eyes looking to God for some
easing of suffering in the future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem