There will come a time in life, I know
When I shall cease to be -
A partof this life's ebb and flow -
Earthly humanity.
But perhaps my being will not end
With face and form no longer seen?
If in brief moments of recall
I am remembered well....
Of what once had been.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I do hope so, Cecilia, and for me too! Sincerely Ernestine