another picker played
his last tune last night,
laid down his instrument,
and went home.....
and yet his music lives
in the hearts of those he moved,
in the memories of those he
helped mold by human touch....
in the prayers of those whose lives
were changed simply by
coming into contact with him....
in the spirit of freedom
giving hope to those he left behind...
no tears... he lives!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oo! Man! ! ! ! what a poem, , ? ? i just read Jacqui's poem now and now you post this poem, , , of cos, , even when people leaves us, we still feel their presence by the things they done for us, we must just be grateful to the Almighty, He made our paths cross....this really shows we are friends for really regardless of who and where we are... you know today someone asked me 'how can you be friends with someone you don't know' told him our fingers do the talking and our computers share every laugh and our hearts beats as one because our maker is one and poetry unites us...told him i have a friend called, ERIC, DAVE, VIPINS, SOUL, CRIM, JACQUI, ANELE, COSMICDREAMER, SILENTPOET, HANS, HARINDHAR, KRISTEN, BENJAMIN and many more...