Feeling down, frustrated by medical issues that won't go
away, always filled with energy, but lately seem to be
going downhill.
Losing interest at times in just living, needing more than
what it offers, listening to musical rhythms that touch a
neuron or synapse to begin new thinking.
Doing everything possible, seeing doctors, having tests,
blood work, getting weekly I.V.'s, having surgery for
various things when really necessary.
Questioning why this mere poet even bothers to keep on
going, for what? - more medical problems to deal with?
getting so tired of fighting, just want to go home.
Wanting peace, not wanting to suffer, for what's the use
in that; but a dear poetical friend is always ready to
give a hug, encouraging and helping whenever possible.
Not even realizing it some times, enabling this life to
keep going so far, not wanting to let him down, but want-
ing serenity and peace, maybe it's just too much to ask.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem