Lonely, traipsing highways of my mind, straying further from life's shores.
Walking slowly, seeing things closely, not like before.
Noticing details of nature, sensing death's presence hiding yet, behind fragrant flowers and bushes.
Not yet ready to pounce and take me with him.
Seeing my life filled with love for my sons and grandchildren.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem