Turning around, seeing the past in a misty haze while
just beyond is my future, while I continue to hold on-
to the present.
Going down the long road of life alone, hoping to find
a reprieve along the way, hanging onto everything that
has come my way.
Now realizing I have no need of anything, getting ready
for my final journey, sitting back and checking to see
if I've done what was supposed to be accomplished before
that very last moment arrives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem