The older
I get
Death seems
To occupy
More and more
Of my thought
And time
Through loss
Of
Family and friends
And contemplating
Of my own
Demise
For life
No longer holds
Any dreams for
The future
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
own Demise For life No longer holds Any dreams for The future......broken image of future life.....distressed!