Constantly draining exhaustible content
Expanding wounds of regret
What not done is done
Memory forgotten
Takes the lucky
the upright
the confessed
I wonder
Will I wonder
When I come to meet my fate,
'How well am I meeting it? '
Will I find,
No matter how I meet it,
I'll meet it very well?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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