at that dead end
we let things go
we let people be
we narrow down to
what is here and
what we are and
what we will be.
and so if cesar
does not know how
to live or if papa
by his own hands
removes all the
gadgets for life
support or if the
old neighbor who
is abandoned by all
his children does not
open the window of her
house what can we do?
we all let them be.
we all let them be.
and we shall bring
flowers for the dead
and we light candles
for their souls and
we say all the prayers
that we can muster
during those long hours
of mourning
and then we move on
with our own lives
always learning new
things new tricks
new ideas and we
make a promise
we go on, we move on
no matter what....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem