How dear we were
Once, as brothers and sisters!
Once no more are our parents
and we ourselves are parents,
we are not as dear
in the sense that we were once.
Now we see each other
only on special occasions,
which, too, are over,
with children all married.
Next await only our funerals,
where, too, shall we miss
to see the very hosts.
17.06.97
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I would like to translate this poem
Time the unseen, leaves his traces on our wrinkled sagging faces, making us strangers to our own selves that once we were...unseen puppeteer, heartless dictator....u have captured the game very wisely! Thanks alot for this touching write!