Having appointments with Dr. L. just once a month now,
hoping to keep improving, yet knowing that I am not,
is a travesty to this mind of mine.
There are so many things and opportunities that are
slipping from my hands, wanting to grasp and hold onto
them tightly.
Bringing all of them to fruition so I may leave a legacy
of goodness behind when I am no longer here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem