We 3 Ghosts
Wish we never walked at all
A lovely bouquet of roses
Spells
Doom
For the deceased
And dying
A pampered eulogy
For the reverend's daughter
Sympathy never sang so sweet
Emotions filled the room
Like smog from the eternal factories
Matter-of-factly
Adults talking of death
Made me lean away
From suicide and sainthood
A play for respect
A song for remorse
The girl was a year older than me
I once kissed her on the playground
When I was too small to know of death
And too ignorant to know of life
Your memory is so well written that feels as I've been there, almost smelled the roses. Good poem thank you for share.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The girl was a year older than me I once kissed her on the playground When I was too small to know of death And too ignorant to know of life too much touching.