Coming to the point of no return, seeing the end in
sight, not knowing exactly which moment of the future
will hold my final and total ending of this life.
Memories passing before me, watching them live again
in my mind, enjoying their bittersweet images and
visions through intellect.
Knowing that they will always be a part of who I am,
they are the many reasons why life is still being
lived quietly within me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Though this poem makes me sad, i want to believe in the positive words - memories, future, live again! Each day as it comes. there is beauty all around us..