SONG Poem by Nachoem M. Wijnberg

I read life after life
and when someone's as old as I am
I hold my breath,
sometimes I look up when that was.

When I was younger
I sometimes skipped
where someone was a child,
I don't know why.

What I want to have with me:
a book with enough to read in it;
when I'm old I won't give it away,
I'll sell it.

I also skip
when I get scared
that someone won't change any more,
I only read how it ends.

What I want changes
from moment to moment,
even when I've had enough
I'm sad it's over.