When I get to my older self, sunk and shrunken
In the nights of darker days consist,
But I will not go into this contamination
I am strong; I will avoid it at all cost.
I can see a light shining bright in the window,
and it is coming towards where I am sitting.
Maybe what I am seeing is my shadow.
I hate bright lights, the silent image they bring.
Hiding their faces, you can tell they are slow
I am making my decisions but I am trembling
I making will for all my children to know
I am not worried about living or dying.
And Have grown accustom to their silence
really they don't trouble me, but I am watching,
to see where they go when they leave my presence.
I am here waiting for the angels to come calling.
Although I can't hear a sound, I am not leaving here,
Perhaps it is more beautiful in heaven
I told God I will be late, but I am try to get up there,
I know my sins have been forgiven.
But I am not in a hurry, when I get there God will begin
Handing out the rewards, crowns and gold pins
For enduring different kinds of pain
And there will be plenty of surprise pilgrims.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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