Wandering through life, meeting God is so many people
needing a quiet and listening ear to talk to.
Undecided futures, pasts left dying without any
interest in them, so many lonely people.
Not being able to afford the luxury of buying their
way into a psychiatrists office, stopping their
harried lives just to talk to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem