Alas! The glottonous Earth eats every day
He eats Men day and night with his mouth
The cemetery, and our life becomes black and Grey
Of grief we go east, west, north and south,
And fine no thing except being lost and crying
When one is gone we have lots of tears
And the dead are no more here for drying
Our face and stop us from all fears.
'Peace be upon them when they meet the Lord',
When dears die, I always have on my lips this word.
Monday, September 17, 2012
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
In most of great works of great people, many people die. I wrote this after finishing the story of King Lear by Shakespeare. Just it.