Focus: This Picture (III)

Before the shadow of death is cast upon my soul,
Let me behold once again the beauty of life
Through the mirror of the sun.

Though I cannot see it,
But I feel its reflection on my whole.
Bringing back living memories on a dying scene
That shows the full emptiness of life.

I was a boy who bounced with the fullness of life.
A young man who tasted the sweetness of living,
Like honey in a beehive.
But I have become old and wretched.
I saw death crawling,
Then walking, then running
Then flying

Then I see death living in me.

Tochi