Watching the world go round, people living and dying, going about
their daily lives in spite of knowing what their endings will one
day be.
Living every moment as if it will be my last, finding more enjoy-
ment in it than those with plenty of time left to live the way
they want to.
Watching as time is wasted, goals never attained and life fades
into a mundane and ordinary atmosphere tainted with depression
and negative attitudes.
Sorrow and anger filling some with emotions that will never
get past the edges of their interior pity that they hold close
to themselves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem