Signs standing around in vacant lots after dark,
do not leave their mark - their message in anyone's brain.
Do we, too, become like signs in the night - helping no
one - having no purpose in life?
Afraid to let anyone know us during the light of day?
Standing around vacant lots where there are no people to
make demands on us, do we too, fail to leave our mark -
our message - in life?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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