the less I see the more I know
the more I read
inquiring minds converging to figure out
just what happened
I sang a hymn and cried
I listened to father
and cried
the flag and icebox
his dogtags and ashes
I saw him behind a camera once
and I watch his tapes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
agreed, I can relate to this one alot. Whether living or dead how much can we know about a person?