I am who I am, I can be no more
A reflection of my past and projection of my future
Stained by my sins and those of others
But purged for the next steps and what comes hereafter
Employing my echo’s to assemble my dreams
And to teach my dearest valued lessons learnt
I am who I am, I can be no more.
But tomorrow I my stride a little bolder and talk a little older
Small spelling mistakes unnoticed otherwise nice lines.Thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Stephen, good poem