Life is nothing but a series of colorful dreams,
A mere shadow whose motion ceases when we freeze,
And whose reality depends on our endeavors.
Each day, we dream of new dreams,
And as we accomplish them,
We continue to dream new dreams.
But whether we accomplish our last dreams
Is something that baffles my mind,
For we are nothing but mere dreams
In the mind of man's long fearful enemy.
As each day and night gently passes,
Like a slideshow of images on a screen,
I pray I will be able to accomplish my last dream:
To thank all those who contributed towards my life,
And to give them a befitting farewell.
This, I think will be a small but unforgettable gift
That will remain in their memory for long
And they would not see me as an integrate
In their tomorrow's dreams, perhaps when we return.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Remembering those who have contributed to our success and acknowledging those who have helped realizing our dreams is a small but a GREAT GIFT we can offer them! To be thankful to God and our fellow men is indeed a priceless gift we can offer without spending a single shilling! Great write Abekah!