Juan

Here is a poem illustrating the kind of person I strive to be when my times comes.Before the Journey I'll soon be gone, quite alone And quietly, taking none of you along On this aimless journey. Useless To insist, I must leave you all behind.No, I'll take nothing at all. On this solitary journey, you're stuffing My bags for nothing; don't squeeze my favorite books Into that beer-bellied suitcase. I won't even turn their pages. And let the passport sleep on in the locked drawer.Only let me have a look at the harvest From my ceaseless toil, the quietly ripening fruits Of my talent. But what on earth Are these wretched things you bring? Did I lie drunk with sugness in my little den At having produced this inert, unsightly crop? My soul screams in mute desolation At the thought of carrying this sight with me, I beg you, don't add to the burden of this journey.