Voices from long ago call echoing in my dreams
Memories of childhood, joyous, sweet, innocent
Bright golden summers seemed never ending
When happiness reigned, days rich with love.
Family supporting, encouraging, guiding the way.
Parents and brother long gone, grave deep.
Now, in old age, anthric bones, blood pressure
Difficulty walking, time cruelly speeded up
Destination into the grave and final sleep.
Love, often fleeting, breaks heart, weeps the soul
Throughout life seeking for meaning and truth
Knowing blue planet is like single grain of sand
Among vast desert of stars expanding outwards
Into the eternal blackness of space never ending.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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