I often sit here waiting,
for truant words to come
To chase the thoughts now fleeting,
messages on the run
These days I sit impatient,
as I wonder to myself
Are time and memory draining
—precious moments left unfelt
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2017)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantatsic feel that i certainly can relate to, Once again a great Poem, Thank for sharing.