This highway of life is being worn down slowly, the years
now catching up with this aging woman, yet still having a
lot of energy that won't let go of its hold on this soul.
Pressing on knowing that this poet still has a purpose in
this life that must be completed before dying, no matter
what, only listening to the soul whispering interiorly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem