I remember being
Of you and I being
In the cesspool
The drowning pool
In the nowhere of something
Tell me it wasn't a fling
That it was meant to be
Somewhere in eternity
Tell me that you and I
Had never said good-bye
That we had died and lived again
And that we had met once again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A love that can transcend passing....This is one of your finest works, Richard.
Slowly, but surely, I'm getting there. And who knows, maybe when I pass, Bukowski and Cohen will greet me. As always, thanks for your helpful feedback. And for the 10. Greatly appreciated.