But a sweet dream
This life that goes so fast
So surreal it may seem
Gone to soon, not long does it last
Unyielding cycle of night and day
Minutes turning to years
Through this world but a brief foray
A beaten down old man as the time nears
With his Maker soon to be
Life rapidly draining away
His acceptance so easy to see
Soon to be his final day
So at his beside we sit
This old man we'll never forget
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bittersweet reflections, captured so very well.............10