He moved his spectacles from
the tip to the bridge
Looked at the wall behind me
and began to cry.
I decided there and then that
we are all mentally unstable,
I excused myself, and left my
'manic deppressive' tag
on his desk.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this moment captured, Vincent. Well written an poiniently expressed. This is what I like in short pieces. You capture a mood well.