Running out of time, biding these last days in and
through music and its rhythms, painstakingly writ-
ing to friends all over the world.
Keeping in touch with them when possible, through
poetry and prose, everyone a party of this mere poet's
American life.
A close-knit worldwide family that will never die or
end for we are all in one another's hearts and souls,
writing one another into our lives in poems.
Comments being posted on PoemHunter where everyone can
see our existence has connected us all in literature for-
ever.
A time machine of love and caring that we relish and love
to know, we are forever one big family no matter what we
believe in, country we live in or nationality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem