Little read
And perhaps never to be read
Other minds will know something of mine
When I no longer know anything of myself
Life is strange
Death is loss
What it all means
Only God knows
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely thought-provoking write. I post poems in other sites and on my page at a networking site, most of them are read by friends and their friends + families of friends. You can join my 2 groups where I am admin ad I am sure your work will always be read and appreciated. I love your work, it is remarkable and has substance.