It's not a cause
For alarm
He's lost
And he has been for so long
Gone
Gone until tomorrow
Gone
For so long
And don't ever recall
The way he looked
Bewildered, appalled
Every time he
Took the fall
For crimes he was neither
Culpable nor capable of
Gone until tomorrow
He can never repay
The time that he borrowed
With the spoiled fruits
He harvested from sorrow
The bruises he left
The hearts he hollowed
The blood he swallowed
Every day is his last
And he'll be gone till tomorrow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem