When my days are over,
When my mouth shall never
Utter no word,
When my eyes shall never
Adore no beauty.
Bury me where I can
Smell the sea....
Where I can hear
The winds blow, and
Feel the pulse of the sea.
Carve my name on the slab,
And place it on my grave.
Although the place a man leaves,
Is in the hearts of those
He leaves behind and his work...
Not on a concrete slab....
Sad...yet comforting, it flows smoothly to the end. Got my eyes teary for a while. Brilliantly written piece.Siyabonga! If i knew you your clans praise names i would have said em.
Very good poem. A giant wisdom expressed here We live on in the hearts of others!
Allow to declare that, you shall never, and your days shall never be over, with each and every word you have pened your voice will ring in our ears, from each and every book you wrote, your name shall rest in us and never shall the beauty of you word perish, I always conclude that A Writter, Like A Poet Never Dies, The Greatest Of Your Will live behind you bra Siya, Trust Me On That One, wonderful write The_African_Son
Wonderful poem! Your masterpiece that will be remembered by posterity.Your monument that you give to the truthfulness of poetry.
Then we are remembered for ever in the hearts of those who love us.With such a feeling even death seems to be interesting!
Very nice.If our names can be written on others heart then we shall be remembered by them.We have to leave glory behind!
Great truth spoken! Yes it does not matter where will stay our flesh and bones, what matter maybe is what kind of memory we leave. It could be painted or carved in wood on hearts or on a piece of paper living on, like the branches of the trees. If the memory is beautiful and nice will have better chance to grow and spread, if ugly painful or violent everyone will try to forget. So, I suppose we have to try to live as beautiful as possible..the hardest thing...Your poem is inspiring thank you for share!
A real good poem, straight from the heart... And its so true Siya, we leave our impressions in the heart and not on a concrete slab... Nice one! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow excellent! As a civil engineer, I must say I really acknowledge the dangers of leaving behind our legacies merely on a concrete slabs. We must embrace the very beauty of our mother nature so we can die in peace!