Destiny
When we were young,
The path appeared to be overgrown with weeds
These days, though, with the end much nearer
There seems to be a lot less clutter
For with fewer boulders and flora in our way
It makes for an easier journey
But as we near the end of our promised time
It's only natural for us to wonder
If we couldn't have done a little better
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem