Looking back through pages of life, thinking about everything
that has happened through the years, not all bad, yet not all
good either.
Many times hoping, praying, wishing for a better way of life,
but now at sixty-eight, realizing that this poetical life was
just right for the essence and destiny of this mere poet.
Going through hard times, sacrificing, being abused, taken ad-
vantage of and thrown to the wolves has given this being an
inner strength.
More of it than some others who have succumbed to alcohol,
drugs, sex, perversions to cope with their situations, predict-
aments and circumstances.
Difficult living through so many years, having little or no
support growing up, knowing that this poet had to mature, learn
and entertain herself.
No one else around to understand or love this being, except
parents when they weren't busy with siblings, always being
misunderstood and left in corners of life, no one to reach out.
Learning early on that this poet was an entity of solo pro-
portions, having to fend for self in any way possible, now at
the end of this earthly life, moving forward, still alone,
awaiting that last moment of life on this sunsetical shore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Looking back through pages of life, thinking about everything that has happened through the years, not all bad, yet not all good either.- - - - - - - - - - - - this could be the beginning of a country song- -it has a simple basic truth to it and a melancholy air as well- -10+++++