As you laugh, I see the tears at the tips of your eyes.
Grief and sorrow to others are incidents in their lives.
They shape yours.
You've become something of
A legend others speak of on coffee breaks.
Till now you're an open ending.
But they all have guessed what will become of you.
A bitter end to one who knew nothing of innocent smiles
An end that'll tempt a tear to fall
A closing to a story where the climax
Hints of a never ending climb.
A plot where sanity isn't regained
How could such a beautiful flower demolish?
How could time be so cruel to God's beauty?
Yet you still stand.
Never giving up to misery
You sit and wonder what will become of you.
How will you end?
Will this legend become a sad fairy tale?
Or will it turn into a myth?
But you wonder more,
Is it worth being put down in history?
Will you be forgotten?
Just another tombstone
With a name that the hardships of time,
And the coarse winters erased?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem