The sky is almost out
of stars to wish upon as I climbed
through life then shuffled
into the twilight of my years.
Breath and length of days
began counting as numbered steps -
in the battleground of youth
I was a player
who acknowledged the differences
between love
and losing a prize.
Lessons learned through foes
I once fought
knowing destination
was inching around the corner -
now I climb
and climb some more
with only a few stars left to go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem with much depth. Thanks!