I write and do not write
What does it all mean?
Who will I be
And what will I be
When I am no longer here?
It is hard to believe
I will not be for infinity
For forever
For never again
I think about this
Too often now
In my old age
As I get closer to the end
Perhaps God has an answer for me
I certainly do not have one for myself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem