I can hear them from where I am. Of course they are much older than I
Their talking up a breeze. It doens't bother me at all. I am concentrating
On my work.
They are funny to listen too but I must drown their voices and for my minds voice to be in total control.
My eyes are focused to the paper before me
But I still hear them from afar.
I can't get up and go to them to quiet them down. Be rude
And that would not be right. So as of right now, I will be satisfied
to my own voice cause my voice is quiter and I am in a secluded area.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem