What have I lost or gained on earth?
In this journey of meeting and separation
I've known deception at every step,
But I have no grievance, no complaints,
As I appraise the past, sift though memories.

The earth is a million years old,
And life a story without an end,
But the body has its limitations
Though it longs to last a hundred autumns.
I will be content if at that last knock,
I open the door on my own.

The ceaseless wheel of birth and death,
This life, like a gypsies' camp,
Here today, a new journey tomorrow,
Who knows where dawn will breakŻ
The dark sky stretches on forever,
let us test the wings of life.
Let us speak to our own selves.

Extract from 21 Poems