In talk
verbiage
shows delight
and exhausts.
In life
quantity multiplies chances
and concomitant fun.
But hey!
how many billions of us are there?
Of the billions below,
above and ahead,
we sort of always know
the billions below and above
but the billions ahead
are billions we'll never know.
We're sad for us
for those we'll never know,
but never as sad as our fathers
with fewer than us to mourn
and more
whom they'd never know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As there are approx 6.5 billion folks on Earth today we can never know them all and that brings neither happiness or sadness. However in our fathers' time there were less people on Earth and yet with a reduced number proportionately the probability of ever knowing them all was similar. We perhaps have a less belligerent world and one where we may readily seek to know many folks from around the world more than our fathers and for that I am happy as freindship makes for a safer world.