As I pass the names written in stone
Along the foggy, narrow path
Where my destiny lies,
I know I'm not alone.
The ahead whereabouts,
The synagogue,
The only place I know
I actually will belong.
In my own cemetery,
A chapel awaits.
I am now at the gate,
Of what I must embrace.
At a funeral,
But being bound for eternity,
And never looking back,
But forward.
Watching the world end,
But my life just begin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow! very clever :) such a depressing world to know where we'll all end up yet we all live like we're gonna live forever :) keep up the great work! :)