This "poem" I wrote when I had a breakdown and stopped talking for a few days following the suicide attempt of my husband. I also studied, and never finished, for a degree in translation which I had drifted into because I am good with language and had been tirelessly working to help people understand each other since childhood.


TRANSLATOR


I 24 YEARS HAVE TO READ

THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS OF OTHERS

ALWAYS MUST CONSIDERATION SHOW

BUT NO ONE FOR ME

 

I 24 YEARS TALK

BUT NOBODY LISTENS

 

I 24 YEARS TRANSLATOR OF

THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS OF OTHERS

 

NOW TIRED, RETIREMENT!

SAYING LOVE ME

THEN YOU 24 YEARS READ

MY THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS!

 

DO REALLY YOU WANT UNDERSTAND?