Hear, hear, as I say this again
One day when I die,
That day may be sooner or later
One day when I die,
When I will lay down this vain body forever,
Oh! Never again a word to catch the air
That day when I die,
With no beloved to lock hands with in death
When that narrow path is before me, to tread
Let me remember my deeds, and smile
That I'm made peace with the maker afore I slept;
And when on that day He chose in the end
When everyone I left to depart
Have taken the path I took to beyond;
One day when you die
And afore, you have made peace with the maker
That day when we have died
Then again, I will hold hands with you in life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Holding hands within life matters a lot. Very amazing poem shared really.10
Thank you