As years pass by and we stand alone,we think of all whom we have known
some are married
some have migrated
some are dead
and some on their own!
As we look back at what our lives have held, we see through the cracks of part of our life that have been withheld!We think about what we have learned, what we have been taught, what we have forgotten and what inside us still rots!
We heavy heartedly wish a lot could be returned, of all that could have been sustained, of the times that we should never have fought and truly hope they have forgotten us not!
Yet there is a moment in which we stand proud looking how well we have raised our own.
Well!we have done well!
We have lived our lives on our own!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting piece of writing which I think could have been written better.