When I reach the other side. And see through eye's anew.
Can I really say I have tried? Because that is my point of view.
Will the seed's through life I have sown? Be scattered by the wind?
Or will they find a place, spread root's and, bare fruit in the end?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem Jack, short and sweet.