all these
come to an end.
all the happenings
are like
flash cards
birth, courtship,
marriage,
mid-crisis,
realization, old age,
death,
all these
come to an end.
all these
come back and
forth
like a pendulum
of old grandpa's
clock
until you are
gone
old pictures
fade
houses fall.
scenes
change.
until you are
gone.
no one
remembers
when
no one recalls
who.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem