The shadow can be larger
than the man.
Why this is so
is hard to understand.
The man, once laid
into the darkened grave,
retains the qualities
we wish to save.
All his weakness
and his every fault
is locked away
within the coffin's vault.
So seldom may we hear
the eulogy,
reflective of the rogue
he used to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem