i wish you were here
to keep my walls strong
i wish you were here
because its been to long
a great man is gone
in his place a small man stands
siting on a small park bench
looking down at his hand
i try to be brave
but i feel so weak
for a hand on my sholder
is what i seek
but no
let the wind stop
so the leaves can lay o the ground
let the marching band past
without making a sound
i wish you were here
because without you
glowing up is what i fear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanks for appreciating my poems. I love this one... I wish the same thing.... about my father...uuu tc always.uuu