Will ever life be fairly schemmed?
If it was a screen play I would dare
The act, your role young lion. Grief
Is all what I afford to pay you bro.
I never knew it could turn this short
Mother earth to devoure and devoid
Yet to dance in the dust storms oh!
Shades no mercy... Digging deeply
If ever I be crafty, Damn be this life
We ever live but too short for the
Epoch stood mist amidst us. That
End you are is far a distant. Not hearts
Alas this phase inflicts more than
It ever assured. Young brother you
Brought unending grief to mine fregile
Heart. With heart Rest In Peace Author.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem