I am not ready but
Life does not wait for me,
I am not prepaid but
Life does not care.
If I let it, it will pass me by,
If i let it, life will roll over me,
If i let it, it will leave me behind,
I will not let it pass me by.
I am not ready,
not by a long shot but I will be.
Sooner or later I will be ready
And then,
Life will respect me.
And then,
Life will wait for me.
I will be ready
Or I will die trying.
Either way
My dignity remains intact.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem