Yet another threshold
to archives consigned
Not greatly different
& equitably assigned
Peaks yet to be scaled
troughs I still contend
Old resolve as essence
logic even now defend
A blend nearly flawless
but for the final whisk
That tells all difference
& worth taking the risk
Trod virtually half way
to old fences try tend
Some though salvaged
few could never mend
A motley sort of feeling
neither joyous nor sad
Nothing to drive home
or points notably add
Informal stray musings
sort of a link to connect
Peek into old chronicles
in future when I reflect
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem