I've often thought
As I sit in my chair
About people I loved
About if they cared
Would they care...
If I walked away
If I never graced
Another single day
Would there be a void
A hole in their hearts
Would I fade from memory
No longer as if I were never a part
All the times and things
We shared and planned
Would they disappear
Like grains of sand
Would my name be heard
When they gathered at night
When they laughed and talked
And I was out of sight
We work so hard
To make our way in life
Wonder about our choices
If we did right
We forget the waves
We've made in our ponds
The ripples roll out
So smooth and long
I know deep down
In the pit of my soul
That I am loved
Even though I am old
I hear children call out
Asking where I am
Know I'm missed
I'm a happy man
Yet still in the moment's
Alone with my thoughts
I search in the dark
And I wonder
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem