[To see one's own end] Poem by Feliu Formosa

To see one's own end
not as an unwanted
interruption,
but as a logical
conclusion.
One has to approach it
as an object and proceed
to preparation
not only in the mind
but also with deeds.

And not cease to contemplate
the world with wonder,
with an enriching
and constant surprise,
like burying treasures
someone else will find.

Is it really possible?
Is it not asking too much?

Translated by Graham Thomson