When I am gone
Who will read my words to you?
All the poems about you
That I have put to paper
Will surely crinkle into dust
And slowly fade away
With every passing day
There are times
When I sit quietly
Reading all these wonderful stories
I have written about you
Bringing tears to my eyes
With the pain of missing you
More than I thought possible
But those were days
Of youth and clouds
And young unfilled dreams
That were dreamt by an old man
Who can no longer remember your face
Yet somewhere within my memory
I know you are there
I know because of the times
I wake in the early morning hours
And hear you say to me
I love you
Before the dream fades away
And I hear my voice calling back
Just before you are forever gone
I love you too
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem