The sky is almost out 
of stars to wish upon as I climbed 
through life then shuffled  
into the twilight of my years. 
Breath and length of days
began counting as numbered steps -  
in the battleground of youth
I was a player 
who acknowledged the differences 
between love 
and losing a prize.
Lessons learned through foes 
I once fought 
knowing destination
was inching around the corner - 
now I climb
and climb some more 
with only a few stars left to go.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem with much depth. Thanks!