This chance of life may all my nature praise
nor undermine with a breath unworthy
to breathe this gift tremulous and slowly
becoming one with choices I have made.
Changing but unchanged in age and aging
reward the years in young sincerity
giving more than what I took, so take me,
so I may walk life's final passageways.
When crowned by glory uncrowned in the end
returned to ash, the long eternal rest,
precious things I then sought, but not possess,
self-possession in all my ways attend.
With faith and love in gentleness comply.
Applaud the spirit! turn and turning nigh.
A poignant write. Beautiful. Self possessioned. Let it be quoted... Self possession in all my ways attend. With faith and love in gentleness comply. Applaud the spirit! turn and turning nigh. Thanks for sharing this gem.
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I would like to translate this poem
A profound scroll from bottle, not from random people but a great captain...because experiences are not by a year, it about whole life time and these golden thought encarved well in this scroll...a treasure that lost but found who ever read it.