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