We long for our past lost experience
We even long for the past long experience of others-
Life is lived and goes by
At once-
And what will be
Will never be
All we have known and experienced-
Time is death
And sorrow is in every lived moment
Passing and passing and passing
And never knowing
Why it cannot be
Forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Shalom, such a profound poem.......................