Life is all that's meant to be
a journey, with mountains to climb
high tops and deep valleys, some times
life offers no guarantees.
I may wander down a new road
searching for someone I once knew,
like the wind, that memory blew
away forever, I'm gettin' old.
Some day, I may not know you
so please call me by my name,
I am still me, things seem the same
I don't see the hell I'm goin' through.
Death will finally make it's call
there is no need to be afraid,
the mortal debt has been paid
a life well spent, that is all.
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I would like to translate this poem
the mortal debt has been paid a life well spent, that is all... thinking of death and love.. let no one die thinking that i have not loved enough. thank u my dear poet. Tony