Between sleep and consciousness
In dull tones of regret,
I remembered the names
Of everyone I had ever met;
Each one's face passing me by
Now by passage of time cloven,
Between each silent page
Of the memories interwoven;
Upon the receptacle of my past
Each one so carefully embossed,
Sent to me with the purpose
That our paths should have crossed;
Now we all make our separate ways
On routes disparate and diverging,
But just for these few hours tonight
Sent back through my mind surging;
Farewell, once again, old friends
We must re-enact our goodbye,
To tread our different roads in life
As time slips slowly by.
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I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem. Enjoyed reading it. Please have a look at mine