Live not by your dead though you revere them
By the living you'll find your way
Though they made us what we are, they are not what we are
For theirs was a different day.
All men are not good, and bad men are not all bad
No man from the mouth of God speaks
And he is a foll who lives by their rule
Alone - and his way though life by their words he seeks...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have such a talent, this is constructed very well Love Duncan X