Listening to life all around me, watching it's
liveliness and verve at times.
People associating with one another, going off
by themselves, doing various individual things
of their own choice.
Abounding favorite leisure pastimes fill many
people's calendars, so much so that they are
constantly running around, actually taking away
any leisure they may have counted on.
Life and people are strange, and will probably
continue that way until the end of time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's an amazing poem...beautifully expressed..it's true that life and people are strange and it continues till the end