Life persuades each of us to stay pure and undefiled
while living our lives through the years.
Making the best of what we have and keep on going,
filled with a spiritual essence giving serenity to us.
Loneliness is always rearing its head, but funny this
poet doesn't seem to mind being lonely.
It actually satisfies this poet's mind, able to write
and listen to music incessantly while aging.
Belonging wholly to our Lord, looking forward to every
single moment as writing comes straight from the spirit
of this interior spiritual life of peace and serenity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem