Let us speak to our own selves

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 break¯
The dark sky stretches on forever,
let us test the wings of life.
Let us speak to our own selves.

Extract from 21 Poems