If by chance you stumble by,
My empty grave, where I should lie.
Take no heed, for I still breathe,
Under a summer sky.
I know no God, but my only faith,
Is not of sky, or earth or space.
For I swear with every breath I take,
I am he, I'll never die.
Forget me in the changing times,
I'll watch when i become divine.
I fight my fights with tongue or blade,
But never take to flight.
If by chance, when I'm immortal,
Do not mourn, I stand before you.
This I am, A man of life,
Dancing in eternal night.
I laugh, I cry, Don't say goodbye,
I live in summer, this creek wont dry,
With anzacs and soldiers, and in her arms,
She will not let me die.
So if by chance, you stumble by,
My empty grave, Where I won't lie,
Do not fret, I am not dead,
I am only a man of life.
Lest we Forget.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem