At family and friends no longer here-
The victory of outlasting everyone
is empty-
How one misses them all
In one’s long final loneliness,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Every age knows sadness, but old age has experienced all the sadnesses of all the ages, so it is compounded. And there really is no blessing in outlasting family and friends. Last one standing.... not something to aspire to.