Looking at the end of life, knowing that everything is
completely out of my hands, it is all up to God, only.
Broken-hearted from loss throughout life, suffering
and strife always foremost throughout the years.
Yet, looking at the end of life, feeling joy because
soon all heartache will be over and I will never again
have to experience any of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Memories are to cherish.............Life slipped like sand from hand.....Awesome poetry...Great imagery Liked it...10