Standing in hallways of yesterday, looking
at all images and pictures of the past, now
yellowed with age.
Tainted by passing years at times, yet still
intact, beautiful, meaningful, giving many
messages from back then to me today.
Never letting them get beyond my mind and
intellect for they are important to my state
of mind when I am alone.
Thinking of all the experiences that I've had
throughout the years, knowing now that I am
nearing the final horizon of life.
All memories of my living will die with me,
only those you will read in poems I have
written will survive this life of mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem