and so
life presses on
a series of
scattered
conversations
lesser evils
and personal
invitations
small talk
politeness
life goes on
despite this
slightly witty
parade of
tainted sarcasm
no time
to discuss
this thing
too busy
working
conversational
turn taking
if we are lucky
in the midst
of this
ever changing now
a smile or laugh
finds
a way out
somehow
but mostly
we use
windows
of opportunity
to discuss
the weather
or whatever
if love is
a mind virus
poets are
doomed
to success
that is unless
it is words
that cannot be
counted on
perhaps
love is where
we can
be found
our presence
and
nothing more
written by Frank DeFulgentis
http: //www.facebook.com/pages/The-Poetry-of-Frank-DeFulgentis/217861311513
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem