I strained till I hurt and strove at all cost
I laughed at my folly and cried at my loss.
I labored for money and lingered for pleasure
I sought comfort for sorrow and taunted in measure.
I drank from a cup both bitter and sweet
Till my hunger was sated and my wants were replete.
I gave of myself and held nothing back
Though I often retreated at first sign of attack.
So if you remember me after I’m gone
Think not how I’ve lived but how deeply I loved
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i agree with mark on this one...he said it all.....thanks deb.. ~^..^