remember when we believed
there was a secret door
that showed itself in dreams
but in the day no more
throughout our lives we seek
but never find the way
a covert key to comfort
to keep our fears at bay
but some in age they claim
have found that priceless gate
surrender to what comes
with grace accepting fate
the secret door is living
a door without a lock
so savor every breath
before the final knock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If only we could savour every breath until the final knock. If only it was so easy, but emotions will have their way. Learning to accept what can't be changed plays a big factor and of course 'never give up and never give in.' Such a pleasure to read your poetry Barry. I hope you're taking your own advice (four times a day after meals. lol.)
I try to take my own advice but I usually fail.