Tall builings rising from the ground
I stand on the top oh feeling so proud but bound
the sight below, all so small
No one can hear my greifs call
The fear of falling from something so tall
Grips me that I give my all
Time passes in leaps and bounds, Its my last day.
Fear dimishes guilt mounts
I stand in the same place with a can of beer
Have I given up oh too much, in my quest to remain here
I tell myself its too late
Long time ago I should have shown myself to the gate
I shouldnt have been in such haste, I then conviniently blame on God and fate
I have sons and daughters who dont know me anymore
They are as frigid as stone, when i am home
I feel sad and alone, the place has abandoned me where I once shone
I try to fix things but I cant find the missing links
How do you balnce work and life, lifes after all a roller coster ride
Im siting on the porch and as I watch my son work
I say, wait a minute that looks like me
next day I announce Im making my will
everyone stares at me, everything still
From then on change creeps in
Until death did me apart, how nice everyones been
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So realistic and practical... Great piece of work.