It happened a while ago,
And though the wounds
Are barely healed.
It had to be, was meant to be.
I didn't want pain,
Or try to give pain.
But the changing of the guard
Is by the nature of
The beast,
In itself
Why we are all
Here.
And not over there.
Life is by
Choice of fact,
The passing of time
And no more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem