At times, I sit and wonder\\
Where everyone has gone to;\\
Their families and friends they run to,\\
Their regrets they cannot undo.\\
Then this feeling, times a hundred,\\
Comes to tear my heart asunder.\\
With this same sun we toil under,\\
And same lives, here and yonder,\\
I cannot help but start to ponder\\
Why we're not a little fonder --\\
I wish there was a word for that\\
//-- by Shoshan, student of Cheres//