Fitting In
She never fit in, ........or so shethought.
In the lonely moonlight, she pondered...what good had her many poems wrought?
She was not one to impress others, perish that thought!
She was writing for her friends and family, no trophies were ever sought.
Like all of us, one day she knew she would not be here.
These were her thoughts, left for posterity.
Acknowledging to the world, that she, indeed, was once here.
December 8,2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One day the world will know that we are/were here. A big consolation, however, let us write because we live writing...10+.
Thank you for your input score and keep your pen flowing. Panagiota