Walking the walls of eternity, drinking in sights along the way; memorizing every detail to bring with me on the journey home.
Carefully stepping from one brick to another in middle-age, then gingerly holding a cane in one hand as a senior citizen.
As the wall narrows down toward the end, no room to push a wheelchair or stretcher, taken off and placed in a coffin - finally pushed into a hearse, awaiting burial.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem