Do you and I feel things the same,
joy or grief, pleasure or pain?
Or do we always touch, taste, smell and see,
our living experience differently?
Or are we all somehow connected,
by an ancient, shared family collective?
Or is it that we are here to feel alone,
living out our lives in a solo zone?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting look at perspectives. Thanks. And the burial poem was good too! Mark Walters