Driving defenseless into every day, knowing nothing of what we'll
experience during the hours of daylight or into the night, going
to activities with our eyes essentially closed.
Seeing only what we feel is important in our own lives, taking our
individual agendas into account and not any others, meeting strang-
ers, talking, at times recognizing that a friendship is developing.
Walking side by side, communicating, finding common ground, living
alone, yet being with others all our lives seems to be odd when
thought about.
Yet we all need the love, caring and respect of others, also needing
the companionship that it provides us while living our lives the
best we can.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem