As I am alive,
I strive.
Seeking,
Reaching out,
Stretching fingers,
Grasping.
Just as the dawn reaches for the fleeing night.
And as all mist will fade before the morning sun,
So my vision fades before my race is run
1976
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very warm and inspiring. This poem is very rewarding to those striving to exist and somehow to live in this world. A great poem of optimism. Thanks Greg for sharing. Virginia