Again and again
I see them in their youth
So full of life and hope and beauty
And again and again
I meet them in their worn-out old age
And I am filled with such sadness
For all of us
For life itself
Which always goes from Youth to Age
And relents only with Death
Which is no balm
And not a happy answer either
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem