As they watch the old man walk by each day at his slow but steady pace
They often comment on his peculiar gait…or the smile on his face.
They wonder what he's up to…they certainly want it known
who the old man might be talking to as he walks by on his own.
If they ask him…he would tell them…as he is walking through…
His wife, who he misses every day, is who he's is talking to.
How they used to walk each morning together…along this very way
and how he loves to fill her in on all that happened yesterday.
He would tell them not to worry…and he'd certainly want it known
the reason for his smile is…he never walks alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The lasting love of a peaceful union. Even death could not put them apart. Beautiful