In Sunday school in younger years we were compelled to read,
The sins of man, one righteous plan, just follow where I lead.
What did it mean; was it true; much too young for a decision,
Bow your head say your prays, camouflage doubt and derision.
Commonsense and caring absorbed throughout one's life,
If followed will diffuse a great deal of self-inflicted strife.
So many words have been written, they fill a library shelf,
Best of all are those that lead to the believing in oneself.
Inevitably the time arrives to say goodbye because of age or health,
What's left behind in families' minds is the sum of one's real wealth.
Pass through the door of evermore, goodbye to all mankind,
The afterlife dwells in the minds of those we leave behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think the tital says it all for me. Very good write.