Keep them guessing, never divulging secrets of living,
it seems to be the way things are lost through the
years.
Living on edges of another century, wondering what will
come to pass as days grow older, falling by the wayside
as people pass you by.
Supplying questions all the time, defending whatever
happens to be traced into the past, moments of wonder
climbing stairs to heavenly abodes, now awaiting to rise
to greater heights than ever before.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem