To Cross The Border Without Sorrow... Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

everything has
it breaking points,
every material and the man.

we are born in order to live,
to admire the nature, to love,
and to die, when it will be necessary

to walk away, in order to tell oneself,
and one's life without words, and only
with instant on the clock of Almighty

to pass the border without sorrow, welcoming
the ones which are waiting apart from us...
we live up to it... if only to live...