People Poem by Sarah Sisson
People
Do all of us matter in a single portion of day?
Can all the heros of old be remembered?
I often wonder why some people are tame.
I often wander through my own forgotten blunders.
Teasingly so, I tend to my wordly communication.
My sunny exposure comes out through this drab compartment.
I leave so soon to enter another portion of day.
I walk back and forth to remember.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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