I sat alone and wondered why
People must grow old and die
And why it’s said, that “men don’t cry.”
And then the child within me wept
Losing all the sorrow it had kept
And gently turned its head and slept
But I, I sit alone and wonder why
People must grow old die
R. Ruiz 1969
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just life as life is.