So many friends we had,
So many friends we lost,
Somewhere along the way,
The many we loved,
Cherished tender flowers in a blizzard-
All gone, gone, gone with the wind,
But for all whom we loved thus,
And chose to adore,
A tear and a smile-
For what we had- and shared,
But will never be again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem