The body borrowed,
the soul to lend
The clock runs quickly,
—each click portends
The choices wagered,
the chips they fall
The sins if proffered,
—a last downfall
Your memory staggered,
the past in waves
The future stealing,
—are you enslaved
The trumpet blows,
one last farewell
The die is cast,
—heaven or hell
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2018)
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I would like to translate this poem
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