The words all talk
about you.
And talk
is all about you.
Voices speak
about how
you were
always the life
& soul
of every party
how with a passion
you loved life
& how you would have
hated to miss this.
Words now
can only trace
that softness in your eyes
the warmth of your smile
your tender face.
These empty
words
dancing at your wake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Too little, to late, Speaking at the wake... The things that should have been said... Before I was dead... Love ya! RED LEAF