Bit by bit life breaks us down,
but loss works faster...
Friends say 'Two years have gone.
It's time to pull yourself together:
don't churn things over in your mind! '
(Later, I think - never at the time,
'No! THINGS churn ME over:
it's the other way round! ')
Or they say 'You have to carry on,
get your feet back on the ground,
be practical and face reality! '
They're right of course,
in a hard, unfeeling way.
Perhaps I need their tough resolve
to stubbornly survive each day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem