What happens
when it all is written
and there's nothing
left to say.
Will it then be the time
to leave this place
and go upon my way.
I've left a trail of written
words that bare my soul
and speak of what
I had to give.
If someone, anyone
now absorbs my thoughts;
smiles and cries with me -
do I not still live?
This is a classic example of what a poem should be. It's gentle flow leads the reader towards a question to ponder, leaving it's meaning stuck in the mind long after the page is turned.
This reminds me of old classic poets; especially those who were translated so that we could enjoy their words. I am hardwired to adore this style and this poem. It is perfection really, to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great write, great flow. i dont know about forever but you are being noticed now.