I miss them and remember them
And think of them
And know I will never see them again
They were good to me
My aunts and my uncles
And I will never see them again-
Life is cruel
Death is crueler
I am an old man remembering
Those kind to me in childhood and youth-
Where are you now Aunt Molly
Who worked so hard all these years
And for whom we were the children
You never had?
Uncle Larry Abie Nate Jack Reddy Lakie even Davy and Loukee
I see you all so clearly in my mind-
Time devours all and soon will devour me also
How is it God makes it this way?
Too many years
Too many people-
Gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sadly the older we get the more people we lose. A great poem.