Wave goodbye gently for I will feel it interiorly any way,
I am attuned to abandonment.
Don't worry and fret over me, when I can no longer handle
the pain I will commit suicide, it won't be long, it will
be peaceful, serene, what I want to do.
My life is mine, no one has any say in it, it can be as
long or short as I decide it to be.
God is a forgiving God, He can see into my heart and soul,
knowing all that is within me.
Only God can judge, no one else is my Savior or Lord, a
quality of life is anticipated through the past.
Contingent upon it's outlasting ability to comprehend and
see if or how anything will or can change the future.
(8/27/95)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem