My hands are empty as are yours
and perhaps scores even
even there was so much as
anguish, loss and suffering
that I remember and regret
but fail to remember that there was
laughter and grace, too
in equal measure...
With you 't was like love-hate and arithmetic
always messy
as between a man and a woman
condemned to bitterness and doom
no room to reconcile...
There's nothing to Ring in
nothing to Ring out
I'll just Drink hard and see you go
Good Bye my Friend
you've been wonderful throughout
and now grab a little of my Life
leave a little of your Death.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem