I met a man today who wasn’t really here
I said how are you doing, He said I feel quite queer
I asked him what his name was, and he said I don’t know,
He said I saw this light, and just knew I had to go,
I asked him where he went to, he said all sorts of things
Saw lots of love and happiness, and people that had wings.
He said hang on a minute; I think my name was Fred,
But I can’t be here with you, because I think I’m dead.
I said my farewell to him, and wished him on his way
Its strange the things that happen, when the angels come to play.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awesome poem...very nice rythym...easy to read...quite enjoyable! Hugs, Dee