Oh Mike!
Rest in peace;
For, this journey never allowed us to meet once again,
Sad that you are gone too soon!
With the wind;
A year ago!
And now, my head is no longer at ease.
Please, lease, ease, cease, crease, grease, tease!
With the ways of life and with the works of nature;
Sad that you are gone too soon,
And, my head is no longer at ease! !
With so much troubles in this world;
Facing the bullets of war every now and then.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem