Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
Mixing with the desert sands.
Drifting with the sudden gusts,
Slowly covering the land.
The perfect place to spend forever,
Always warm and always dry.
And at the end of my endeavors,
In the Mojave, I would lie.
12/12/10 Alton Texas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem