My life has journeyed,
Many ways,
People and thoughts,
Some gone, some stayed,
Special memories, certain days,
Sometimes,
Those faces, and thoughts,
Appear in my mind,
Pictures of the last time,
Or what is to come, A future sign.
Life is like A book,
Many chapters, come our way,
Our stage, and costumes change,
Then the lights go out, and the cover closes
At the end of our stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem