Another goodbye has arrived;
And they never give enough warning,
And even if it was expected,
It's followed by copious mourning.
It's not that I hate goodbyes,
Someday we're all going home;
It's not so much, that we have to die-
But that we die all alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So true, and very well put.