Sadness is at the heart of the end of it all-
So many are gone
So many friends
Who can bear the weight of the longing for them?
Surviving is our dream
But in old age
That is no picnic either-
So many are gone
And will not come again-
On this day lonely to speak to one no longer here
I write these words in my friends’ memory-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem