Thoughts of days long gone away
Hymns sung in a humble way
Pious hands in kind laps lay
Fingers crossed to gently pray
Windows letting in God’s light
Softening the coming night
Eyes still red from streams of tears
Holding on though long in years
Thoughts of days long gone away
Hymns sung in a humble way
Pious hands in kind laps lay
Fingers crossed to gently pray.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem