If the world ends tomorrow…
Faces in stain glass windows,
Rogue nature carpe diem
Faithful hearts tilted heads,
All in loving lucid memories,
Crossing over anniversaries
Beautiful bumbling blessings,
You are missing from me,
Hymnals and symphonies
Grimace, coward unmasked,
In denial to approach, ask the
Forever young, aisles remorseful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What I have discovered, Alex, is that we do not have to wait until the end of the world to enjoy the beauty of the things we did with all our heart and soul and we do not have to wait to taste the bitterness of our arrogant and selfish actions. It comes quite immediately. I think nobody has said it better than RW Emerson in his essay, titled compensation. Good and thought provoking poem