Turning pages of life's memories slowly, looking back so silently
at how it all began and now watching it's ending, curtains closing
upon landscapes of life without any fanfare or ado.
Just a separating invisibility taking place before us from one
moment to the next, our lungs depleted of oxygen, heart stopping
and we are gone beyond the life we've always known.
Silently and forever going away and no one yet knows where, no
one able to find us as we wend our paths of destiny into waste-
lands of yet another time and place.
We cannot even fathom let alone find our way from life to the un-
known in one little glance of life, perpetrated by something we
call death.
In the end leaving us bereft of everything we've ever known, so
what is the sense of being in the first place here on earth, what
is the reason I wonder, are we paying for Adam and Eve's mistake?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem