I WENT TO WHERE MY LONELINESS IS
I went to where my Loneliness is
I wrote a small poem there,
It seemed to help for a while-
But then at the end of the end of the end
No poem could be a friend.
It was greater than words or me
God to believe.
I do not know where I am
A little little old man-
Waiting with a question to see
Whether we will forever be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
again..amazing insight....but a poem can be your friend...they are mine...blessings