How can I be happy when
Most people known to me
Are dead and gone?
How can I be happy when
Only a few known to me
Are left behind?
How can I be happy when
My frame is weary and
My senses have turned dull?
How can I be happy when
The grave beckons me
To come and take rest?
How can I be happy when
The world I loved has
Lost its sheer magic?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Beautifully written. Very similar to my circumstances, however I do take comfort and delight in what family I do have left. But can imagine this day in the future when I'm a little bit older and the body starts deteriorating a little faster. Lovely poem. Well dome!