Loneliness of elderly who are left to get along the best
they can with no one's love to help them, save their own.
Desperately trying to fit in a place they once belonged,
only to find that no one cares.
Sitting, staring, looking around at the young, wondering
where life has gone, wondering where the love they gave
so unselfishly all those years could possibly have gotten
lost.
Questions with no answers are given, everything seems to
pass, as they grow old, no one left, until they die and
memories are laid bare, a few tears to flow from someone
who was once born to them.
Now lying upon a barren wasteland like skulls of cattle
in a summer's heat, a heart stops beating for it's once
young life is gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A melancholic poem where the aged mind remembers about the passing shows of youth and the young life and at the same time realizing the abandonment of everything from the old life and leaving it astray .