they came to give him a rest
twelve men in black suits
to take him to give him a rest
to be burried in his best
words can't say, what the heart feels
how much pain can it take, before it breaks
and what about the happiness we will miss
he brought it with him, coming thru the door
tears won't water the flowers he planted
and sunrise will be late
for it to slowes, to say good by
it will not shine as bright
upon a stone, bearing his name
the word loved will be etched
and in our hearts, a hole grows
larger
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Joe this is a beautiful and sad poem.