Sojourn journeys taking life down back alleys, deserting
us, causing us to wander aimlessly down roads of strife
and pain.
Why does this have to happen just when we think own lives
are turning around for the better.
An unanswered question that no one has ever been able to
answer to any degree satisfactorily.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem