I used to have a very close buddy.
We used to do everything together.
No matter what happened he stuck by me.
He took good care of me, like a brother.
There was but a single problem with that.
When he got into a lot of trouble,
So did I as if he were my black cat!
People used to say that we were bad double.
One day he was trying to drown a kid,
This was the worst that I had yet to see!
When the boy was asked who, he said I did!
I saved him though! This only upset me.
I have not seen my friend since that sad day.
Will our paths cross again? Don't know, they may...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Will our paths cross again? Don't know, they may...' - A hope against hope. Nice poem and the explanatory notes too.