the journey is ending
the head is the first to
signal to me that all
would soon be over
this hair has turned from
black to grey to white
as fast as the memory
is greying into nothingness
they turn white totally white
as sheets of my memory are
but oh god, what a contrast
it would soon be - a total backout!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I hope you smiled when you wrote this. It probably is one of my biggest fears, and all we can do about it is smile....and hope for the best Raynette