An old poet riding his horse at midnight
fell to the ground
when the horses leg broke badly
in a gophers hole.
With no words
the poet arose
pointed a pistol
at the horses head
and with mercy pulled the trigger.
Walking eastward
the poet, at sunrise, received
a bright revelation;
turning back and looking into
the fading darkness
with tears in his eyes he realized,
he had forgotten
to say goodbye.
Very sad and poignant Smoky. I think we all make such errors in our lives from time to time - otherwise known as regrets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's better he didn't say goodbye. That would have made someone else sad. Who? The horse, of course!