She had so much potential it sometimes got her down,
she didn’t like her work but it got her into town.
It really was a problem but she chose to ignore it,
like clothes that don't fit stubbornly she wore it.
In a mad rush she did a foolish thing,
in a split second a split thought would bring
an indecision she made a silly choice.
She opened up her mouth to articulate her voice.
Across the smoke filled bar room sounds were drunken
as the drinkers sat and chatted slumped and sunken.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem