I am already so old
I know I cannot possibly have
Many good years left
The time is short
And I am afraid
It will come to an end
Too suddenly and too soon
Before I have done all that I have wanted to do
And yet I suspect
Knowing how wrong my own predictions can be
That it might too come in a slower more tortuous and painful way
Though it will come when it will come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem