Here lies a man,
Who has so much,
And relished so little.
And thus in a rich tomb buried,
With such little soul beneath.
Here lies a man that:
Reveled in nothing,
In swift courtesy departed with
Peace, if peace is disappointment.
Widowed from Birth:
I do not hate thee,
Nor do I pity thee.
Here lies a man, and woman and child;
That did not see the wars of Lords,
Died for them and still walk;
Unearthed from their sullen grave,
With their Lords prayers on charred lips.
Thomas Brown (C) 2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem! It really struck a cord as I feel like I'm wasting....life? lol...In any case, I truely enjoyed your writing.