Did you try to take it with you,
did you really think you could
Did your journey end abruptly,
as you never thought it would
Are those things that you acquired,
much of comfort to you now
Are those dreams left uninspired,
parked on someone else's cloud
Did you once just say "I'm sorry, "
for those things you didn't do
Do you weep in fearful moments,
for those things you wish you knew
Was your lack of all contrition,
what's now written on your stone
Is your map unmarked and barren,
—all eternity unknown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2017)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Told with haunting poignancy...thanks for sharing!