Poem by Vlora Obertinca

Getting old
A wise man says I’m getting old,
Does it mean giving up
Leaving this world,
Or is it a reason enough
To hide within the painful void ?
Things that are meant to be
Will come around someday,
Whether you evade them or not
They will find their own way.
Nothing remains forever a secret
Nor anybody can live,
This life to the Infinite.
If the man is weak
To carve his own path,
Somebody else will jump in
And take over his task.
Open your eyes
Remember who you are,
You came on planet Earth
To learn how to survive.
This lesson remained
For you the last challenge,
As in your past life
You failed it to master.
Stand up and act wisely
Bring your enemies
To sign their defeat silently,
You are strong enough
To win every battle,
Just trust your inner voice
Your soul will lead you,
To the endless happiness !