Sitting alone, pondering life and what's going to happen in
the future, our destiny already laid out before us.
What ordeals, sacrifices, hardships are we yet to endure,
will there be any pleasure to grasp for mere moments in time?
Or are we to be bereft for periods of time through death,
loss and grief forever?
Praying for the strength to get us through if that's what is
to be in each of our futures.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem