There's a beginning.
We meet.
We talk.
We laugh.
We love.
There's an ending.
We are silent.
We cry.
We hate.
We leave.
We forget there ever was a beginning.
So true, it's only when we are older we can look back with a more even perspective. A great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very succinct and to the point. well done