Singing songs from memory, giving lasting impressions that will always be available in senior years.
Looking back, remembering the lovely times and bountiful moments filled with artistic grace and beauty, serenely pictured in books filled with my images.
Painting murals along the way with written words, bringing to mind all the moments of pleasure mixed with sadness, loneliness, abandonment and noticeable joy of serenity.
Across the years, finding measures of happiness coinciding with whatever life happens to give me.
Standing back, looking in, being given a reprieve as life exists for my talent alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem