I'm sorry you lie there
cradling the last of images
i'm sorry you may forget
the one day, while rocking in your chair
fifty years from now, this old world
will less be here than than it shall be tomorrow
you cry out in anguish, and it pours
onto the ground with his blood
his body in your arms
your screams in alarms
i'm sorry you won't ever know another life;
for i am too bitterly blessed
flowers are my carpet,
and i smile freely each day
but now that i see you,
i know pain; it is real
i'm sorry i was ever awakened
to your horrible misery
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem