There she was standing all alone.
I knew immediately there was something wrong.
The way she stood said it all.
Cold and weak from all the dash.
Her poor past.
Rundown like the last.
She was unaware of her sadness.
That ripped me away from my hardness.
Aid is on the way.
That was all I wanted to say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem