Here at my life's autumn's end...
...the cold winds of death are beginning to blow;
What messages have these winds for me?
When will my wandering in the wasteland of life end?
When will the talking bird stop talking...
...and silently leave the cage and fly off to the eternal home?
The level of rivers and lakes is going down;
With little autumn's waters, I am trying to survive;
It is too difficult to live joyfully in the fall of life¹;
The hungry snow bear of death is awaiting...
...with vast open jaws;
I had better of my life in this beautiful world;
Now let me get ready for my transfer to another world;
The cool spring Breeze of that other mysterious world...
...I am gladly welcoming...
...sighting with my heart's eyes the promised paradise;
So let me post some verses of praise for giving thanks to my lord!
MyKoul
1. Fall of life: a time of full maturity, especially the late stages of full maturity or, sometimes, the early stages of decline - to be in the autumn of one's life.
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Wonderful poem, my friend. Thought provoking, written with emotion. It profoundly touched my heart. Hope you have the best of time still on all sides of life