Do you not remember me brother?
Does your memory live so short,
Or my face so changed, you do not recall?
Think brother, think!
For now my friend,
I am dead!
I walked with you in childhood.
On sand and clay, our backs we lay.
Skip and jump, we did all play,
But now my friend,
I am dead.
I dreamt like you.
Indeed great things i dreamt to be.
I fancied girls and had a love.
What be of her i cannot say,
For now my friend,
I am dead!
I was your tutor,
And taught you well.
My reward each day, that you learn.
I showed you the ways of life,
If you followed that part
I cannot see,
For now my child,
I am dead!
I was your neighbour
With whom you laboured.
We toiled together, we shared.
I saw your marriage and your child.
If she be grown i cannot know,
For now my friend,
I am dead!
I am no ghost!
I am in your memory,
A forgotten part of your past.
Think friend, think!
Say not that you know me not,
Even though my friend,
I am dead! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem