As soon
talk of a dead man
than to me
of trust
once lost
Beyond the graves
of broken hopes
lie friendships
wrecked
on secret rocks
in harbours
locked by faith
&
Speak to me
of him that made it so
as at an end
now gone before
You are no more
You walk I know not where
Your world is not my world
Fare well
That once was man
(was once my friend) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sad but good poem...i felt the emotion behind this poem and was moved by it! i like that!