(The root word PENUL means second to last)
I do love to express
The sentiments I feel
But I wish I could ask now
Forgiveness to all I had wronged
Before I gasp the last of my breath
I do want to write poems
About all of my ardent thoughts
And the varied emotions surging
Drawn from within this troubled soul
I hope to finish a book before life ends
I do aspire a perfect family
Though such kind seldom existed
For life is quite rude and imperfect
Only the strong willed have the chance
To be together before hope leaves the door
My life lives in penultimate crossroads
As I tread the multifarious life's contentions
I can not comprehend what is the true significance
Of living a good life when others plunge in animosities
That I am kept on hold struggling to do something better
Before the sun sets and darkness eats all hopes I stand for
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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