Slowly losing the desire to get higher
Coming within reach of the final breach
Creation of satire for the flaming fire
No word to teach for no reason of speech
Goal to top still retaining reality flop
A climb very steep with fall so dam deep
Time begins to stop waiting for last drop
Spirits in weep as body awaits dark sleep
(05/02/10)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem