Where spirits hang around and ghosts invade
Standing by my side while I holed my spade
While I dig my hole for the next deceased
And the negative thoughts I can't release
My job as a gravedigger fills my day
Digging for those that have passed away
Laying them to rest in a six foot hole
Somewhere to put their eternal soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem