Love, hate All feelings and emotions
Dreams, fate nothing more then notions
The World is nothing more then we admit
What we feel, think, that’s reality’s wit
We are all just different stories with one ending
What carries on are stories worth lending
What we do in life, what we endeavor
What we do in life can carry on forever
And when it all ends there might be more
But there is one thing I know for sure
The ones you love, who make life worth living
We become memories to all those forgiving
Whether one or a hundred cherish them all
For they are all that is real, how we live on
And though the thoughts might cause a chortle
Death’s not the end we become immortal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem