Watching life being enjoyed, generated throughout Stingers
tonight, a pleasant experience for all, being catered to by
musicians while people dance energetically and purposefully.
All of them fulfilling a void in their lives left by loneli-
ness, past heartache, loss and or grief, taking steps out on
the dance floor to cope with whatever it happens to be.
Some drinking alcohol to soothe their memories for a while,
even though it never lasts but for a very short while and
the despair returns once again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem