Crossing over,
I thought I'd be different
Crossing over,
I thought things would change
Crossing over,
I thought I'd be better
Crossing over,
I fought through the rain
Now looking back,
I see demurely
Now looking back,
I see through the fog
Now looking back,
I see more clearly
Now looking back,
—through life's epilogue
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2016)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Neat and reflective, I like it