Skating around the edge of life, trying to not get involved.
Hoping for some recognition, yet not doing anything to solve
the problem.
Reaching out, talking, picking up the pieces will not do any
good.
Skating across the middle of life, only partially involved.
Picking up bits of information here and there to make you
feel better.
Holding out your hand, touching another and taking life in
hand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem