In the end
It doesn't even matter
If you die...or you live
Lost your faith or you still believe
You're the looser all the same
Even if you win the game
Enough is just not Enough
A painful smile is all I manage
Not the spontaneous laugh
It's difficult to cope
When you cease
to exist
It's difficult to hope
When you know
Death is looking through the mist
....................... by myself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its inevitable...as Andrew Marvel said...'But at my back I always hear Times winged Charriot hurrying near: ...