At last when I am gone
A souvenir I will leave
A book and a pen
For others to carry on
From where I did stop
Till their time is up
For everyone there is a date
To cease the biology of life.
(Sunday 8th June,1997)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Writing, Muse of your works. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
I am encouraged. Thanks.