More will celebrate rather then weep
When begins at last the eternal sleep
Many will look with despite then sneer
Hatred and disgust born out of their fear
If only a few should look back and see
I really did try to give the best of me
To reach out and touch was ever my goal
Maybe to be blessed with saving a soul
Repeated mistakes causing other's such pain
Were never my intent and I hope that is plain
If I have changed only one lonely lost life
Gave strength to one to resist the knife
Then all was worthwhile and never a waste
A reason that of life I had just rarely a taste
So if just one thinks of me without disgust
The madness was never a complete bust
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice.loved the flow and rhyme.its sort of a message for all.