Sometimes I cannot cry
while others round me weep
and sometimes life claims
that a man must be a rock
in times of sorrow,
which doesn’t say
that I do not feel
and experience emotions.
At times the silent understanding
is a way of going on
and silence a way of crying.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice expression, and true. Thank you, Jeannie.