It all began so long ago
And through so many years
Friend after friend lost
And now I old
And often so alone
I fear my time has come
And for my few friends left
I will be a similar sadness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The consultancies of life. We are born, grow old and then die. However what is important is how we lived our life but sure there are people to miss us when we die....10.