LIFE

Why does a man want to live forever,

What fruit to taste, to drink what wine,

The body might be young,

But my soul is tired,

The will to live I possess no longer,

With great sadness, I look back through time ,

To look at the boy I was, in my prime,

He had his desires, ambitions , the joy of life,

None of these, do I any longer possess,

There’s just one thing about which I obsess,

To lie down here and go to sleep,

And wake up after eternity to find you,

Like Dante and his Beatrice.