I have fifty minutes left to live
I have fifty minutes left to love
I have fifty minutes left to understand the way of life.
I sit between the roots of an old tree,
Just enjoying every breath I have left,
Every moment I have left.
I come hear,
to this calming place,
Where everything seems never changing but always changing.
I come hear,
to this calming place,
So I can watch the leaves of the trees ruffle in the breeze.
I come hear,
to this calming place,
To hear the animals chatter like nothing is wrong (like I’m not dying) .
I come hear,
to this calming place,
To smell the scent of peace and quiet.
I come hear,
to this calming place,
To spend my last moments on earth,
Until I arrive at my new claming place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the scent of peace and quiet worth all the fifty minutes left to live. soothing. fresh indeed