Being young no more, having lived a lifetime in sixty-
four years, enjoying the times that I've had a part in.
Writing many poems, giving people all over the world a
glimpse into my life.
It cannot ever be an entire one written out, because
there is too much that has happened to write about.
Wanting to walk on, watching doors open before me,
giving many more portals to reach into.
Finding things that I've not known before, being glor-
ified in each and every moment, life being full of
expectant promises and hopes.
Although not all of them have been fulfilled as yet,
life still goes on, even though.
Because we cannot have everything we wish for or want
in this temporary human life on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem