The world is quick and unforgiving,
The seas are rough with many lost;
I've tried my best to keep on living
But I know I'll be a ghost, someday.
I know someday, my breath will leave,
The things I touch will never know it;
And all my loved ones left will grieve
But I know I'll be a ghost someday.
Try to remember only the good,
Though we must think it calamity:
A man does only what he could
Still to be a ghost, someday.
So true..this poem has honest sentimentality. But even when our llife vanished, our lifeworks remain, just like this one. Thank you for sharing your lifeworks to us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can say for sure that you have many, many, many who don't want to have you be a ghost anytime soon. The Patti Fan Club has to be huge.... So hold that ghost, chain it up, throw away the key.... Jim Troy