Lonely I wail
without mummy or daddy
rather, they are with death and sorrow
Lonely I walk
This life, treading the lonely hill of sorrows
Away from the wide road
where the gate is wide
Lonely I wander
with almost no one to call, 'friend'
_ in the wind, a single daffodil
Sailing by, His Grace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem