An ant in the city,
A needle in the haystack.
Barely noticed, hard to find.
Shrivelled up, shrinking, hiding.
No hurt, no pain, no feelings felt.
The smaller the better, the harder to find,
The harder to hurt and ruin.
Slowly, slowly disintergrating into the dust and dirt.
One day all will be gone.
People will notice the change,
Life goes on, they will forget,
You will be forgotten.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh WOW, this has got to be may favorite poem now. Brings people back to the reality of life