Once I was told a story
About a good man,
Rather one of the best,
Who lived through a real tragedy,
Couldn`t find his peace till the rest,
He was just one of millions
And the only for his son and daughter.
Being none a lord, but a simple carpenter,
Showed to everyone what true love was
Leaving behind all the terrible lies,
He taught never to surrender for the sake of the first
And always escape the second.
The point is someone needs an arbalest
To make satisfied an inside existed beast,
He needed nothing but his true word and trust,
Didn`t care about anything material, but moral,
Took like a great consolation
Presence of his beloved son.
He left the World as a happy man,
For he got the key to happiness,
Do you still search it on a continent?
He found it in his contentment,
Although he had enough to regret.
If you knew his last words,
The pain would fill you all over,
As you`d never forget them ever,
So, may his soul is welcomed by God,
Dedicated to a true person H. K. (1/28/2005)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem