Sometimes I wonder, what's the purpose of life?
What's the reason that we are chosen for what we are doing?
I see people striving hard for money & success,
I see people running without even looking back and at times,
I see people falling never to get up again,
But no one ever looks back,
The marks we left behind can be insightful,
Revealing what we have been missing.
We shall see what we are leaving behind?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what we are leaving behind. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.