I know it's a bit lame, but here I stay,
Hoping for a nod, a word, some say.
Responses to my poems, thin but kind,
They bring a warmth, a solace to my mind.
In every comment, human touch I find,
A thread that weaves me closer to mankind.
It's not much, yet it keeps my spirit bright,
My daily dose of human touch each night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem