Nobody lives,
Without some kind of conflict going on...
That is personalized and thought to be,
Experienced to feel as if alone.
To get an attention paid to it.
And...
As human beings we like to be acknowledged,
By somebody else we want to believe cares.
This is as natural as the passing of gas.
It may not be socially etiquette to admit it done,
But everybody does it to do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem