Without friends, and family,
where would we be,
lost in the rolling sea of humanity.
With no one to share your joys or fears,
to hold you close or wipe away your tears.
Like ship with out a sail,
alone, and lost in a howling gale.
The sea washing over the deck,
just drifting, drifting, until upon the rocks,
we lie completely wrecked.
Tango.
Tango.. this is a lovely.. I could 10derly dance away all day and night to its soundz... aroha nui, Deana
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I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem. It is very true.