Friends are sick and die-
An old man tries a new road
And all he discovers is his own past failures,
Repeating themselves-
It is good to be wise-
But in my old age
I am no wiser,
And a lot smaller-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some things can become sad, but the world turns only so we are not in that same spot day by day. There is so so much to live for.... no matter what.