How much longer will God give me?
How much more time to do the one thing
That makes me feel most alive?
More frail and older now I continue still
But when will it end?
I tell myself to be stronger and more disciplined
More careful, wiser-
But even if I do the best I can
It will end-
And one day I will never begin again
A new line a new page a new poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice short poem. gaz from brighton