Only a fool believes his kingdom would last a thousand years,
But in truth should it surely fall and drown in regret’s tears.
Only a fool would smile happily in the face of all his foes,
Yet he bleeds upon the thorns of a wilted, blighted rose.
Only a fool could write his feelings in the stone of empires great,
When all it takes is misplaced love to tear down his estate.
Only a fool can kill an honest man and look him in the eyes,
For he knows that someday, somewhere, they’ll meet again in skies.
End.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reminds me of a saying I heard once - 'A fool thinks himself a wise man, a wise man KNOWS himself to be a fool.' As for your poem, Daegal, I did enjoy it. Love, Fran xx