No strategy nor plan,
Had I prepared to see...
The becoming of the age of 73.
So quickly these years go,
When one remains active.
With each day to awaken,
Feeling blessed and more observant.
Knowing if it had not been for faith,
73 would not be,
This age to become and appreciate.
No strategy nor plan,
Had I prepared or believed I needed.
With an identity to embrace.
And negativity to face,
From others of races in different places.
To be taught lessons I'll never forget.
Knowing obstacles to come,
Were tests to pass and from them...
Not chased away for excuses to make.
Eliminating delusion to live non-fictioned!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem