It’s times like these we question
The choices that we make
When left to our devices
We can’t right our mistakes
A call is left unanswered
A bell no longer tolls
A path no longer trodden
Where once we chanced to stroll
Somewhere there are memories
You’ll find them off and on
And little things that remind you
Now that I am gone
So carry close the moments
We shared along the way
And I’ll watch you build new memories
Each and every day
I've been through this, and so has everyone... i think i love this poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good write, robert. try some of mine sometime, thanx