The road ends many times
For a too old man
Who no longer knows
How to get anywhere
How I will go on
I don't know
For even when I feel I can't now
Somehow I am still managing to
Writing these words
Is making me live
And have hope again
After the road ended again
This morning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Writing never ends as long as the inspiration is there. Beautiful