At the end of my life shall I be
old.
Will there be strife as the years
unfold.
Shall beauty be seen and love be
known.
If pain gets inside will I become
stone.
I tremble with youth in fear and in
haste.
Of life's full cup I have bare had
a taste.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes. But it has to be. Your insight is wonderful. Beautiful words. I'm older. I know.Keep up the heart and it will be worth it. Great write.