Life is a hazard filled with many pitfalls, troubles
and grief, yet we must walk through it all in order
to live our days on earth.
Crutches are sometimes used, when sorrow hits us
squarely in our hearts.
When we begin to come out of the haze of grief we
suddenly look about us, seeing things, feeling for
the first time in quite a while.
Difficult as every moment is, we prepare to live
through each one, sober, awakened by the spirits of
our loved ones who haven't forgotten us.
Traveling down avenues and lanes of reminiscence,
memories lining them like people watching a parade.
Filled with exuberance when remembering good times,
falling into abysses of grief when realizing they
can no longer be while you're still living here on
earth.
Facing everything with faith and hope, believing in
life again tomorrow, never slipping or falling into
a stupor of alcohol.
Enjoying living and being alive with what you have
in hand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem