We wait to see
The dead again
But they do not reappear-
We dream we will see them
In another world
And do not know
If there is one-
We long for the lost
And do not know
How to live with the thought
Of never seeing them again-
We wonder what we'll see
When we die
And if we will meet any of them
Ever again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem