Sooner or later the memories will fade,
The details will cease to be.
They’ll be scattered, misplaced, mislaid,
Lost at the bottom of the sea.
Sooner or later the scars will heal,
The cuts and bruises will wane.
The summer skin will begin to peel
And slowly circle the drain.
Sooner or later the storm will pass,
The black clouds will run dry.
The lightning will strike its last
And the thunder’s roar will die.
Sooner or later the song will end.
The evening sun will set at last.
The chapters will begin to blend.
The present will rid the past.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem