Beginnings have begun and ended before we even are aware of
it, feeling the loss deeply, wondering why we weren't aware
of it's presence.
Spending the rest of our lives searching for what we've
missed, not having much hope, yet we continue on our way in-
to the future.
Thinking there may be the possibility of a way to once again
find what we have missed when we were busy working and raising
our families.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem