Chilly the air and foggy is
'Death'
what hour is this must I,
and as you go, do I.
Down again we lay
to look once more at dawn.
There is barely,
as it leaves the room
to catch it's eye
yet eye, theres room for you
look here as it for you it comes again.
I pace back and forth,
upon the path you've yet to find
and it, you find It soon.
Lost Instructions found my living will
it's leaving, left you so far behind,
to face your tender fears.
It's leaving me,
as if it were
some hidden whippoorwill.
I have come around once more
around and walking down,
you gain perhaps a foot or two.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a living will is a good idea. i have something similar posted on wall on my side of our bed, and on hallway wall. i hope it comes in handy if i don't just drop dead on a sidewalk or get smashed by a passing bus. the poem is kind of clear after a first reading. but time is 'short' and i shall move to another. bri :)