Nearing an end to life, hopes and dreams fade away into
far distant memories.
Knowing now, that life is just what it is, brings a
finality to plans made when younger.
Struggling to live day to day is now the only dream left
to me and it is not one of hope or joy.
It brings only a deepened sadness for an existence that
is remaining.
Fortitude slips quietly beneath life's mattress, as each
new day falls behind life's grand curtain.
Becoming at the end a tiny quarter of a person when
stripped of earth's necessities, no longer excited about
life - only the ending of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem