It is true:
all bits were heedless, one time things;
a catching up at the end,
some sort of a reckoning,
was never on the cards.
What washes up is: children`s families,
newspapers, TV, books, etc
or a soiled notion
that there just might be another life,
another chance yet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great start with a nice poem, Taposh. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks