Lost memory
life
lifeless
no
sense
vibration
sensation
smiles
but
all sans
like a pulverized cabbage
frosted
will you still
love PPme
nearly perished
cherries no longer cherished
who in hell will remember
me
speak up please
no lies kindly
ppme
won't know
ever again
What matters is your presence rest all materials can always gather at anytime. So don't fear, PPME is always admired as integral.
The challenges of living in our twilight years. Reflecting on our life. And the impact that we had on others. Very well expressed. Wonderful poem, sir!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful verse- -the well tasted life. You know the taste lasts generations, as there will always be those who demand the recipe.