There are lot of names and addresses engraved in his book of heart.
Before he leaves, He reads all and thinks when he gets a chance to have a kind word with them.
Poor Journeyman! Please do not keep any regrets
As you too a passing cloud in the nameless sky.
Death cannot erase the names that are engraved on the heart. There is a forever beyond those clouds. Very touching.10/10. Always your friend, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My Jerry has a wall in his study that displays photos of those dear friends he has lost over the years. He often looks at them sadly and reminds me how much he misses them. 'Another one has fallen off the perch' is his favorite expression. Your poem poignantly expresses how we must all live in the moment. You're right. We are all but 'passing clouds in a nameless sky.' Superb poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥