Major portions of life go unanswered, misunderstood,
left by the wayside, too heavy to impart to another.
Being written down and maybe bring help and aid to
someone in dire need of a friend or a listening ear.
Body and soul are left weeping, because no one cares
enough to stop and ease the suffering of another along
the way.
Partaking sololy from inner generosity, hoping to
enliven someone's spirit before they are lifted from
their space by death's insistence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem