Sometimes I think my time is near
First, I wonder, then I fear.
What praise of me will ring from ear to ear?
What compass have I left in my rear
To help posterity steer
Life's ship on this vast ocean unclear?
What good memories will sadden my peer?
What bad vibes will make haters cheer?
I think of these and others that are queer.
But Just when I mourn my dear
Life with many a tear
I wake up.... And find I am still here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem