When turning fifty becomes a dream
When growing old becomes a wish
When there is no chance for goodbyes
When regrets and last encounters are sighs
When there is no tomorrow nor nigh
When mortality of human kind is forced upon
When destiny believed to be responsible, dawns
When the sole bread-winner is snatched away
When all behind are left in shock and dismay
When young children are left to pray
When God must have been crazy
Loss is unexplainable. Grief inexplicable. I hear your message. Good write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nor nigh = nor night? :) Nice work PS: God IS crazy