here we are,
in a lonely place
crossing the roads of our memory lane.

what have we done
and what will we do?
what will we loose and what will be new?
will there be light or
will it be dark
tell me why i can't be there where you are...

again we speak in our secret words.
sharing some moments with
smiles and tears
again we try to settle this down..
again i fear,
what if i let you down.

but life will go on,
as it has to end.
no matter how much you try to spend.
every second and every hour..
hurts me and makes me weaker.

every day i feel that fear...
my life will end
and
My Death Is Near..


......Irene