The long sadness of an empty day
Without meeting or meaning
Alone with one's own mind and heart
Wondering where it has all gone?
And why what one has done
In one's life
Does not mean more to others
The long sadness of old age
Wondering how one can still give
And mean much of anything to anyone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How one can give more is amazing really. When humanity dwells in life beauty automatically comes up. In old age care should be taken.