Searching for answers,
I went one day
from house to house
with one thing to say:

"What's the hardest feeling
one could ever feel?
That feeling with which
one could never deal?"

Each time a different answer
would surface and would rise.
each answer bringing
greater and greater surprise.

"The hardest feeling," one would say,
"is to be all alone.
It means no one's asking 'bout you,
even when you're bone."

"No," another argues,
"that is not the hardest of all.
Imaging longing for the dead,
but you know there's only a soul."

"You know not the feeling of despair,
it makes you wanna cry.
You lose all hope in life,
and just wish you would die."

"I disagree, my good sir,
there is harder much.
Seeing your loved ones slowly die;
you could never survive such!"

I want home too shocked,
I didn't say a word.
I just sat down on our couch
and gave thought to what I heard.

I never long for a dead one
too much that I cry,
and never had I watched a loved one
slowly in front of me die.

I don't suffer from loneliness,
nor do I from despair.
Perhaps the only thing I suffer from
is an occasional nightmare.

One should not spend his time
in such silly things.
Always know there are ones out there
who have greater sufferings.