Many hours of crying and tears happen in our lives, pain never
seeming to be assuaged in the long run, no matter what we do
or say.
Going places, finding other interests and dividing our attention
never seems to get us past the crying and tears of death and it's
loss.
It continues into our future unendingly and somehow we manage to
live with it all our lives, because it keeps happening to those
we love, and we want to be here for those who are still here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem