Its only words
one eye closed the other eye open
part of the heart broken
the other part hoping
to have and to hold seems
to stand steadfast,
but its not,
all it means
is someone dreams
that it will not be forgot
but it will be.
there's an end
just as there's a beginning
in everyone,
every relationship.
we are born
we live
if we are lucky-
we procreate
then we die
not much in between.
we forget what all that means
love, partnership, family friends-
but when we are gone
too soon
too young
alone
it never ends
someone cares
is there-
remembering us.
till we and ultimately, they
are dust
as one
with the ground, the earth the sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Barbara C. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks