Quality of life lies unsettled on edges of our horizons,
teetering with each new source of terror, yet balanced
and focused even though somewhat fearful at times.
Knowing that death will come when it pleases, as it has
always done, we continue living our lives accordingly.
Praying and helping one another through daily struggles,
knowing this is the only way we can get through our life-
times.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem