Is this the end, for me but not for you
Do we drink to the days the hours or the minutes
I know I can’t remember the beginning
And I’ll quickly forget the end
At least it can all be remembered by others
A thousand words said none of them meant
Some in anger some in pain the others I can’t remember
Though none of them part of iconic speeches
Each is as important as the breath that carries them
it’s the important ones that fall on deaf ears
The truth forgotten the lies remembered
Is this the end will I ever know
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem